<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10275051</id><updated>2011-04-22T02:31:05.486+08:00</updated><category term='exercise'/><category term='photo'/><category term='travel'/><category term='food'/><category term='work'/><category term='sports'/><title type='text'>Princess Em</title><subtitle type='html'>The princess from the south and now lives in the north.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princess-em-online.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10275051/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-em-online.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Princess Em</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07347841941739413244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos18.flickr.com/23014408_dab4ec48ff_s.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>79</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10275051.post-606253663492338217</id><published>2008-07-28T19:54:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T06:16:41.402+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reminiscing Grade School Days</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My batchmate, Ayebee invited me last June in yahoo group where the members are my grade schoolmates in Assumption-Davao as well as their high school mates (unfortunately, I continued my high school here in Manila). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Surprisingly, most of the members who are my classmates before still remember me.. the ballerina, smart, cute, petite, charming and most of all, girl with gorgeous smile (har har har)..kidding aside, they really remember me especially the boys ;-). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I had the chance to meet some of them last June when I visited Davao for business trip. We were just less than 10 but it was such a wonderful get together as we had all night sharing our past experiences when we were in grade school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Here in Manila, I had the chance to meet too some of the Manila based friends. Gladly, they are also successful in their own way. Last July 26, we had my post birthday celebration in Metrowalk. Although I was not really feeling well as I had been celebrating my birthday for the last 5 days with different groups, hence, the saturday gimick was memorable as I met my old friends again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My message, thanks to the internet technology. It gives us the highway to meet our old friends whom we never expect to see again. Here are some of our pix.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228034259781314178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-bfnRe-6TMU/SI21db_WZoI/AAAAAAAAAJE/UpNtFcRn_PE/s320/e536.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;These are my friends who are now Finance Consultant, Doctors and Officer in Airport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228035245199047490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-bfnRe-6TMU/SI22Wy9Pu0I/AAAAAAAAAJM/KJQwVzghVC0/s320/93d0.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;The Doctor, Finance Consultant, Sales Officer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10275051-606253663492338217?l=princess-em-online.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princess-em-online.blogspot.com/feeds/606253663492338217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10275051&amp;postID=606253663492338217' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10275051/posts/default/606253663492338217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10275051/posts/default/606253663492338217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-em-online.blogspot.com/2008/07/reminiscing-grade-school-days.html' title='Reminiscing Grade School Days'/><author><name>Princess Em</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07347841941739413244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos18.flickr.com/23014408_dab4ec48ff_s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-bfnRe-6TMU/SI21db_WZoI/AAAAAAAAAJE/UpNtFcRn_PE/s72-c/e536.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10275051.post-1104688673314355091</id><published>2007-12-28T15:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T06:16:41.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Reddy Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-bfnRe-6TMU/R3Sra49X_0I/AAAAAAAAAI8/72gxhS66pG8/s1600-h/Davao+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148928752446078786" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-bfnRe-6TMU/R3Sra49X_0I/AAAAAAAAAI8/72gxhS66pG8/s320/Davao+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My family always have a color code on christmas day. This year, we are on our favorite color, Red. As usual, some of us don't listen and looks funny on our family wacky picture. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This year, we were incomplete and only me who went home in Davao. But this didn't stop our happiness of spending the christmas eve. With our usual parlor games competing for P20 awards and the song and dance of the kids and never forget the opening of the gifts, christmas day will always be memorable to each of us. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;From all of us, wishing Happy Christmas and Great New Year to all of you !!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10275051-1104688673314355091?l=princess-em-online.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princess-em-online.blogspot.com/feeds/1104688673314355091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10275051&amp;postID=1104688673314355091' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10275051/posts/default/1104688673314355091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10275051/posts/default/1104688673314355091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-em-online.blogspot.com/2007/12/reddy-christmas.html' title='A Reddy Christmas'/><author><name>Princess Em</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07347841941739413244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos18.flickr.com/23014408_dab4ec48ff_s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-bfnRe-6TMU/R3Sra49X_0I/AAAAAAAAAI8/72gxhS66pG8/s72-c/Davao+010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10275051.post-8056317437199020874</id><published>2007-12-16T18:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T06:16:42.802+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><title type='text'>A Cool Trip in Beijing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My blogmate Wats0n eagerly requested me to blog my recent trip in Beijing. We were in RCBC Plaza watching the stage play, Avenue Q. Initially, he was teasing me that I no longer write on my online blog. Hence, I told him I did since I have time when I transferred work last September. I have ample time now for my "extra" curricular activities and one of those is writing on my blog. So Wats0n, here it is.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Last December 2, I flew to Beijing for my 5-day training. Of course I was excited since this is my first time to see the place. First place I visited is the famous Great Wall of China. From the hotel I stayed, Crowne Plaza, it was 1 1/2 hours drive. When we reached the place, we rode the cable car and opted to walk going down where the entrace. My experiece of walking on one of the wonders of the world, I will never forget it because we took an hour and a half to reach the end point and my goodness, my left knee was really aching terribly. Most of all, it was so cold and freezing to death. I bet the temperature that time was 0 degrees.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Other places we visited were the Forbidden City, Tiananmen Square and the Temple of Heaven. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;When I was in Forbidden City, I imagined that I was Mulan...hehehe..whatever you saw on the cartoon movie, that's the exact view, so many palaces and the biggest is the Imperial Palace. Well, such a huge place you would imagine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;For Tiananmen Square, it's like our Rizal Park. It's just across the entrance of Forbidden City. According to the local, this place is very historical to them and it's also considered to be a tourist spot like Forbidden City.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Last place I visited is the Temple of Heaven. Just like Forbidden City, it's also a huge place where there are series of palace inside. But the said temple is very famous since this is where the Emperor pray for the good harvest of the China.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Well, my trip was exciting like my other trips. Although, I had fever when I was there due to erratic weather but this didn't stop me of seeing the famous places. Thanks to Biogesic, Tempra and H20 ;-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144519423055888050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-bfnRe-6TMU/R2UBKI9X_rI/AAAAAAAAAH0/kzEJXgr5soI/s320/Beijing+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Riding cable car in Great Wall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144519904092225218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-bfnRe-6TMU/R2UBmI9X_sI/AAAAAAAAAH8/K4rN_3tXPPc/s320/Beijing+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Exact Great Wall path &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144521162517642962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-bfnRe-6TMU/R2UCvY9X_tI/AAAAAAAAAIE/7uC4d90dmeM/s320/DSC_1414.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Entrance of Forbidden City&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144522575561883362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-bfnRe-6TMU/R2UEBo9X_uI/AAAAAAAAAIM/UvWseFKr8Bk/s320/DSC_1572.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Inside Forbidden City&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144524108865208050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-bfnRe-6TMU/R2UFa49X_vI/AAAAAAAAAIU/dC3MKFL0tu0/s320/IMG_0985.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The famous Imperial Palace which is under renovation&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144525839737028354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-bfnRe-6TMU/R2UG_o9X_wI/AAAAAAAAAIc/1Gj4rju8R_0/s320/DSC_1394.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Strolling in Beijing&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144527437464862482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-bfnRe-6TMU/R2UIco9X_xI/AAAAAAAAAIk/25XHHHUCA9A/s320/DSC_1649.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;In Temple of Heaven&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144529176926617378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-bfnRe-6TMU/R2UKB49X_yI/AAAAAAAAAIs/1fw0v6vox7E/s320/DSC_1701.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;In Tiananmen Square&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144530246373474098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-bfnRe-6TMU/R2ULAI9X_zI/AAAAAAAAAI0/tFdaVs11WPo/s320/DSC_1712.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Forbidden City at night.. at -4 degrees &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10275051-8056317437199020874?l=princess-em-online.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princess-em-online.blogspot.com/feeds/8056317437199020874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10275051&amp;postID=8056317437199020874' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10275051/posts/default/8056317437199020874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10275051/posts/default/8056317437199020874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-em-online.blogspot.com/2007/12/cool-trip-in-beijing.html' title='A Cool Trip in Beijing'/><author><name>Princess Em</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07347841941739413244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos18.flickr.com/23014408_dab4ec48ff_s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-bfnRe-6TMU/R2UBKI9X_rI/AAAAAAAAAH0/kzEJXgr5soI/s72-c/Beijing+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10275051.post-6462154854561158507</id><published>2007-11-14T17:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T06:16:42.912+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sports'/><title type='text'>10K Finish Line</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-bfnRe-6TMU/Rzq_i9cNq6I/AAAAAAAAAHs/7gze4T6N5-8/s1600-h/10k+run+in+clark.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132625332671458210" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-bfnRe-6TMU/Rzq_i9cNq6I/AAAAAAAAAHs/7gze4T6N5-8/s320/10k+run+in+clark.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Last Sunday, Tony, Aileen (my friends from Avaya and Lamco) and I joined the New Balance Power Race 10K/25K in Clark Pampanga. Of course, we were just in the 10K run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so nervous before the event since it was my ever first marathon. All my life, my sports are on the softer and finesse side such as dancing, yoga, and golf. But because of the unending influence my colleagues in Avaya especially Tony and Rico, I have committed eventually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We started running around 6:45 AM at the Clark Freezone. Around 500 participants were there for both 10K and 25K. We were amazed on how other people have the passion on this sport. In fact, we even met a guy around 64 years old but mind you he's registered on the 25K category. "Laban ka?". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My first 1K run was a bit stressfull since that's the time I'm struggling to get enough air and I was told before not to stop because eventually you will get your second wind and everything is light already. With the second wind, all your muscles are already formed for running as long as you can. With my experience, it really happened. And that is the reason why I was able to finish the 10K run. My time was 1 hour 23 minutes and 44 seconds. Well, it may sound so long to finish but I do not care. What's important is I did reach the finish line non-stop and still with extra energy. Most of all, I feel great and proud of myself. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;After mentioning the happy experience, the sad part was my whole body ached as if I could not walk properly in late afternoon. Still I drove from Pampange to Makati. Upon reaching my place, I went straight to Blue Mountain, my favorite massage place. I had sauna to soften my muscles and the aromatheraphy massage for 1 hour and 30 minutes. I was shouting due to pains. As what the marine says, "No pain, no gain"...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10275051-6462154854561158507?l=princess-em-online.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princess-em-online.blogspot.com/feeds/6462154854561158507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10275051&amp;postID=6462154854561158507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10275051/posts/default/6462154854561158507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10275051/posts/default/6462154854561158507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-em-online.blogspot.com/2007/11/10k-finish-line.html' title='10K Finish Line'/><author><name>Princess Em</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07347841941739413244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos18.flickr.com/23014408_dab4ec48ff_s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-bfnRe-6TMU/Rzq_i9cNq6I/AAAAAAAAAHs/7gze4T6N5-8/s72-c/10k+run+in+clark.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10275051.post-7781180009437173731</id><published>2007-10-31T16:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T06:16:44.365+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><title type='text'>One Last Look . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Last August 03, I said goodbye to Cisco office. It was mixed emotions when I told our boss since Cisco has been so close to my heart...close that I found new friends who anytime of the day even night are there for me. Why mixed emotions??.. there were several feelings inside me that were bursting. Sad because I will no longer be in Cisco office after saying goodbye. Happy because I'll be having a new chapter to work on and will experience new challenges in life. More so, worry because I'll be leaving my customers and business partners who are close to me and I don't know if they will be taken cared of the way I do. We have developed friendships that are beyond business. They became my "pare's and mare's" in life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again, the friendships that I gained will always have special place in my heart. As I have always said to anyone that I bumped on the street, I never regret being part of Cisco family, more so leaving the company as I have gained so much knowledge especially the people that have been and will always be close to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess, goodbye is not the right word to say but only farewell. I believe it is not always the final road. Who knows one day, I will be part again of Cisco world..it may not be here but in other parts of the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my Cisco family, thank you... As one last look, here are the memories we have developed and will always be cherished...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127420320032402226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-bfnRe-6TMU/RyhBnWWmqzI/AAAAAAAAAGM/N39FCzpqU0k/s320/PA120235.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Commercial Team &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127420917032856386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-bfnRe-6TMU/RyhCKGWmq0I/AAAAAAAAAGU/xREB889PDCg/s320/04_22_23.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Training in Bangkok, Thailand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127421703011871570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-bfnRe-6TMU/RyhC32Wmq1I/AAAAAAAAAGc/rZBAdwt-pOc/s320/US+Trip+029.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;FY07 Partners Summit in Cebu &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128215150975167442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-bfnRe-6TMU/RysUgmWmq9I/AAAAAAAAAHc/kD5tjNFPPOs/s320/35036270247956l.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Amazing Race, Shangri-la Mactan Cebu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127422300012325730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-bfnRe-6TMU/RyhDamWmq2I/AAAAAAAAAGk/W2Pj1QKWosc/s320/IMG_7951.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; Q3Fy06 Business Planning, Canyon Woods Tagaytay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127422673674480498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-bfnRe-6TMU/RyhDwWWmq3I/AAAAAAAAAGs/5M54qbAeWkU/s320/IMG_7995.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; Best Batch of Cisco Super Heroes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127423412408855426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-bfnRe-6TMU/RyhEbWWmq4I/AAAAAAAAAG0/SaQPuPq6KZM/s320/100_0021.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; Q3FY07 Business Planning in Mimosa w/ Chot Reyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127424262812380050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-bfnRe-6TMU/RyhFM2Wmq5I/AAAAAAAAAG8/dKHrN6CBj8g/s320/US+Trip_Cebu_US_08242006+083.jpg" border="0" /&gt; In Las Vegas Aug 2006&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127425654381783970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-bfnRe-6TMU/RyhGd2Wmq6I/AAAAAAAAAHE/-Hkp6HTJ1dw/s320/DSC00189.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; Cisco Photo Shoot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127426496195374002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-bfnRe-6TMU/RyhHO2Wmq7I/AAAAAAAAAHM/Fpb-QgRUCMM/s320/IMG_0083.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; FY06 Cisco Team&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128034848248081346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-bfnRe-6TMU/RypwhmWmq8I/AAAAAAAAAHU/nH7gXxaSlFs/s320/DSC_0091.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And my dispedida done in Las Vegas, Aug 2007&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Farewell, Cisco... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10275051-7781180009437173731?l=princess-em-online.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princess-em-online.blogspot.com/feeds/7781180009437173731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10275051&amp;postID=7781180009437173731' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10275051/posts/default/7781180009437173731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10275051/posts/default/7781180009437173731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-em-online.blogspot.com/2007/10/one-last-look.html' title='One Last Look . . .'/><author><name>Princess Em</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07347841941739413244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos18.flickr.com/23014408_dab4ec48ff_s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-bfnRe-6TMU/RyhBnWWmqzI/AAAAAAAAAGM/N39FCzpqU0k/s72-c/PA120235.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10275051.post-1196246697859486062</id><published>2007-09-23T07:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T06:16:46.947+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><title type='text'>Best US Vacation Ever</title><content type='html'>I was in US last August and I have visited some of the good places which a tourist should see. Our point of entry was LA and just stayed overnight to prepare ourselves for our trip to Arizona. I was with my Cisco friends. Before we started our 6-hour drive going to Arizona, we attended mass first in Crystal Cathedral.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arizona is a great place and should never miss visiting Grand Canyon. We made sure that we will see the sunset and sunrise views of the place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After Arizona, we travelled to Las Vegas as my friends should attend the Cisco GSM. On the way, we passed Hoover Dam which is the boundary of Arizona and Las Vegas. It was soo hot when we were there to have souvenir pictures. As usual, the guys were so ecstatic since this is the place of the movie, Transformers. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Las Vegas, we just went to the outlet stores and had a great dinner in The Cheesecake Factory. As Larrem said, it was my dispedida. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, I flew to Philadelphia to meet my college friends. I stayed in New Jersey for ten (10) days and enjoyed the famous Manhattan and Woodbury Premium Outlet in New York, NJ Outlet in New Jersey since it's tax-free on any goods that your body wears, Broadway shows, travelling via trains and buses, etc. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next stop was Seattle, WA. Oh such a great place since there are pine trees all over. Never missed the Space Needle and saw the great view of Seattle downtown. Of course the Pike Place Market where the first ever Starbucks is located. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never missed to stop in LA to meet my good friend, Gabby and his family. Since I told him I don't want to shop anymore, we went to places such as Yuca's (mexican food kiosk as highly recommended of Mr. Steamy, Eric Dane of Grey's Anatomy), The Pinks Hotdog along downtown where the line whatever time is a mile long, Beverly Hills and the Cathedral of Our Lady of Angels (where Lea Salonga had her wedding ceremony). Lastly, never missed IKEA, the famous store of housewares.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too much to share with you my experiences, it is better to show some of my pictures.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113191773984501730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-bfnRe-6TMU/RvW009zLr-I/AAAAAAAAAEE/jP_QnV12qNs/s320/IMG_0007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Posing in front of Crystal Cathedral, LA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113188806162100162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-bfnRe-6TMU/RvWyINzLr8I/AAAAAAAAAD0/XplVNYnPJz4/s320/DSC_0022.JPG" border="0" /&gt;In Grand Canyon. Taken around 7:00 AM. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113190060292550610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-bfnRe-6TMU/RvWzRNzLr9I/AAAAAAAAAD8/sAcEGf2_MnU/s320/DSC_0248.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Awaiting for sunrise to arrive. Taken around 5:45AM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113193053884755954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-bfnRe-6TMU/RvW1_dzLr_I/AAAAAAAAAEM/NdJFMQ-jv-U/s320/DSC_0031.JPG" border="0" /&gt;In Hoover Dam, boundary of Arizona &amp;amp; Las Vegas.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113194256475598850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-bfnRe-6TMU/RvW3FdzLsAI/AAAAAAAAAEU/UVUA5vzAcnA/s320/DSC_0091.JPG" border="0" /&gt;A dinner in The Cheesecake Factory in Las Vegas&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113194814821347346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-bfnRe-6TMU/RvW3l9zLsBI/AAAAAAAAAEc/m0QqMfkc1U8/s320/USA+059.jpg" border="0" /&gt;On top of Empire State Building, NY&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113195360282193954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-bfnRe-6TMU/RvW4FtzLsCI/AAAAAAAAAEk/twuWUbAH-Ls/s320/USA+069.jpg" border="0" /&gt;While walking in NY, I passed Macy's.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113195819843694642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-bfnRe-6TMU/RvW4gdzLsDI/AAAAAAAAAEs/VGBeTCmArEQ/s320/USA+074.jpg" border="0" /&gt;The theater of Mama Mia broadway show.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113196378189443138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-bfnRe-6TMU/RvW5A9zLsEI/AAAAAAAAAE0/RvBg7LwQu7U/s320/USA+099.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Space Needle (in Seattle) as background.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113196910765387858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-bfnRe-6TMU/RvW5f9zLsFI/AAAAAAAAAE8/ZyOn-QKMJds/s320/USA+108.jpg" border="0" /&gt;First Starbucks Cafe located in Pike Place Market, Seattle WA&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113197585075253346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-bfnRe-6TMU/RvW6HNzLsGI/AAAAAAAAAFE/Thw_DGmU8tw/s320/USA+111.jpg" border="0" /&gt;The ferry we usually see in Grey's Anatomy TV show.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113200003141841010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-bfnRe-6TMU/RvW8T9zLsHI/AAAAAAAAAFM/uoXij8l2Mi4/s320/USA+115.jpg" border="0" /&gt;With Pauline at the top of Space Needle&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113201931582156930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-bfnRe-6TMU/RvW-ENzLsII/AAAAAAAAAFU/D9BXJudLVhs/s320/DSC02125.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Arrived in LAX. Showing all my stuffs that I bought in east coast ;-) with Ginger &amp;amp; Gaye&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113203765533192338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-bfnRe-6TMU/RvW_u9zLsJI/AAAAAAAAAFc/d3grrCiC5S0/s320/DSC02135.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Had coffee in Peets Coffee &amp;amp; Tea. Owner of this is the inventor of Starbucks.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113204620231684258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-bfnRe-6TMU/RvXAgtzLsKI/AAAAAAAAAFk/tGRBWbzlSmg/s320/DSC02137.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Bought lunch in Yuca's. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113205620959064242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-bfnRe-6TMU/RvXBa9zLsLI/AAAAAAAAAFs/H9NPHzwBrQI/s320/DSC02140.JPG" border="0" /&gt;In Beverly Hills with Gabby.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113206441297817794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-bfnRe-6TMU/RvXCKtzLsMI/AAAAAAAAAF0/Qiasidk0eEI/s320/DSC02143.JPG" border="0" /&gt;In Pink's Hotdog kiosk. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113207394780557522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-bfnRe-6TMU/RvXDCNzLsNI/AAAAAAAAAF8/-6w5Q0aW8bs/s320/DSC02150.JPG" border="0" /&gt;In front of Cathedral of Our Lady of the Angels.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113208412687806690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-bfnRe-6TMU/RvXD9dzLsOI/AAAAAAAAAGE/B_HqjKZWuJY/s320/DSC02128.JPG" border="0" /&gt;And my new found friend, Mikey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;This trip may be so tiring but it was the most exciting one I had. I shopped till my last centavo and really had a great time every minute of it...hence, it was my best US trip ever! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10275051-1196246697859486062?l=princess-em-online.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princess-em-online.blogspot.com/feeds/1196246697859486062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10275051&amp;postID=1196246697859486062' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10275051/posts/default/1196246697859486062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10275051/posts/default/1196246697859486062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-em-online.blogspot.com/2007/09/best-us-vacation-ever.html' title='Best US Vacation Ever'/><author><name>Princess Em</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07347841941739413244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos18.flickr.com/23014408_dab4ec48ff_s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-bfnRe-6TMU/RvW009zLr-I/AAAAAAAAAEE/jP_QnV12qNs/s72-c/IMG_0007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10275051.post-5485300387298933385</id><published>2007-06-17T22:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T06:16:47.064+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photo'/><title type='text'>Best Photo</title><content type='html'>During our graduation night last week in our photography class, my photo was chosen the best one. I just could not believe when they mentioned it. Actually, it was not only my teachers who were impressed more so my classmates. It was indeed votation and they chose my photo to be best... Well, here it is for you to see the evidence.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077048532941794354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-bfnRe-6TMU/RnVMvclp7DI/AAAAAAAAADs/bOdYjrWtNHU/s320/Emily_Balinas_P2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;According to them, the colors are so precise as if you could touch the subject. I use the rule of third technique. Lastly, as our teachers always say, " wala sa pana yan, nasa indian"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10275051-5485300387298933385?l=princess-em-online.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princess-em-online.blogspot.com/feeds/5485300387298933385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10275051&amp;postID=5485300387298933385' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10275051/posts/default/5485300387298933385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10275051/posts/default/5485300387298933385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-em-online.blogspot.com/2007/06/best-photo.html' title='Best Photo'/><author><name>Princess Em</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07347841941739413244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos18.flickr.com/23014408_dab4ec48ff_s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-bfnRe-6TMU/RnVMvclp7DI/AAAAAAAAADs/bOdYjrWtNHU/s72-c/Emily_Balinas_P2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10275051.post-6484120142721018819</id><published>2007-06-10T09:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T06:16:48.117+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My First Photography Class</title><content type='html'>My friend Bong introduced me to have the passion in photography since he knows I travel I lot and always bring my digital camera. At first I was a bit hesitant to attend the intro-class since it will shorten my precious sleeping time. Nevertheless, I still got up early and went to the class with my camera as a requirement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the session, we were basically ten (10) people. Initially, I was intimidated since majority of them use SLR camera while mine is just a compact 4-year old digital camera. Good thing, it was not a requirement to have those stuff but instead the goal of the class is to teach us the basic things to know in taking pictures  and maximize the features of your existing camera so that the result is like taken by a professional photographer. With that message, I was hooked to continue the class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our first assignment was to take a photo either in your house or office. Well, so far my photo passed to our teacher. It just need minor deletions to some of the things seen and move the angle of the camera. But everything was great since I applied most of the techniques discussed. Below is the photo I submitted. I hired my officemate, Jobert as my model. Here, I took him as well as the frames of the window on a lower exposure to have a silhouette effect while the buildings are clear to be seen. Model is thinking deeply while drinking coffee and looking at the view finding answers to his questions. Well, how'd find it, huh?? ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074260661080026146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-bfnRe-6TMU/RmtlL8lp7CI/AAAAAAAAADk/kTPxx88_qx8/s320/In+Office+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Saturday, it was our third session and we all went to American Cemetery in Fort, Taguig. It was gloomy but the scenery was awesome. We were scattered to be sure we do not have same subjects to shoot. It took us almost two (2) hours to finish taking pictures and tell you it was exhausting since the place is so huge and many things should be taken. Also, we do also have a contest whoever has the best picture. Hence, we do not know yet the price.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I would like to share with you some of my subjects that I took and each one of them has a story to tell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074256267328482290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-bfnRe-6TMU/RmthMMlp6_I/AAAAAAAAADM/KTpudd-MAgw/s320/AC+044.jpg" border="0" /&gt;First photo is the main hall where all the names of the soldiers were printed. My story here is the woman walking is one of the wives of the soldiers where names are printed on the walls.  She is looking for the name of his husband. The hall has circular path where it is endless like a circle bounded by walls giving protection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074253509959478226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-bfnRe-6TMU/Rmterslp69I/AAAAAAAAAC8/kNfEZnRq8-o/s320/AC+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;The story of this photo is a tree who is not really alone. He is accompanied by the dead soldiers that are with him forever. Like him, they too are resting in a serene place. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074255395450121186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-bfnRe-6TMU/RmtgZclp6-I/AAAAAAAAADE/camjioLyjMg/s320/AC+054.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I was inside the circular hole when I see this big opening at the roof that gives light to the hall. I got attracted. It's like you're in a dark tunnel and at the end of it, a light is there giving you hope.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074258071214746626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-bfnRe-6TMU/Rmti1Mlp7AI/AAAAAAAAADU/dfNZMwTHYN8/s320/AC+050.jpg" border="0" /&gt;This is one of my favorite photos. On the grass where the soldiers are buried, I saw this dead leaf lying peacefully with other alive little red flowers. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074259020402519058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-bfnRe-6TMU/Rmtjsclp7BI/AAAAAAAAADc/UU3GANDUIU0/s320/AC+056.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Another favorite of mine. I framed the tree to the walls of the circular walls. It's a framed picture.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;There are more pictures with stories to tell. Honestly, it was a great experience. On our graduation day which will be next week, our photos will be presented by our teachers and will give freely their critics.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Lastly, I thank my friend, Bong for inviting me on this class. At least now, everytime I take a picture, I will be more observant to the things around and make sure to have a very nice pictures with the techniques to be applied. At present, I have the passion already in photography..hence, I am still not yet convince to buy an SLR camera...hehehe.. ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10275051-6484120142721018819?l=princess-em-online.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princess-em-online.blogspot.com/feeds/6484120142721018819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10275051&amp;postID=6484120142721018819' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10275051/posts/default/6484120142721018819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10275051/posts/default/6484120142721018819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-em-online.blogspot.com/2007/06/my-first-photography-class.html' title='My First Photography Class'/><author><name>Princess Em</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07347841941739413244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos18.flickr.com/23014408_dab4ec48ff_s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-bfnRe-6TMU/RmtlL8lp7CI/AAAAAAAAADk/kTPxx88_qx8/s72-c/In+Office+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10275051.post-9015429504074837999</id><published>2007-06-01T14:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T06:16:48.924+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><title type='text'>Mushi-mushi</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;I had my first taste of Japan last April 28 when my mommy, Ate and I flew to Tokyo. We were very excited since it was our first trip together and had girls bonding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We actually stayed in our cousin's place, Mariejo and it was fun too since her two (2) children and sister, Mabelle were there too for vacation.Her place is in Urayasu, outskirt of Tokyo and very near in Disneyland and Ikea, two (2) places that are very close in our hearts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are many things that I would like to describe but it is better to share some of the pictures that show the beauty of the places. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070987456000945378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-bfnRe-6TMU/Rl_EOVdl7OI/AAAAAAAAABs/Wnz24NieHFg/s320/DSCF3082.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Strolling in Ginza, Tokyo&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070994121790188834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-bfnRe-6TMU/Rl_KSVdl7SI/AAAAAAAAACM/1zi0SklqhOQ/s320/DSC00703.JPG" border="0" /&gt; In front of Parliament House&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070994366603324722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-bfnRe-6TMU/Rl_Kgldl7TI/AAAAAAAAACU/SBePQhoT1DM/s320/DSC00825.JPG" border="0" /&gt; In Yokohama Park. They have gorgeous flowers.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071000594305903938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-bfnRe-6TMU/Rl_QLFdl7UI/AAAAAAAAACc/57We9FYpZr0/s320/Ate+530.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; Entrance of Tokyo Disneyland &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071021450667093346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-bfnRe-6TMU/Rl_jJFdl7WI/AAAAAAAAACs/LvevAl2Ndtk/s320/Tokyo_trip+092.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Entrance of Shinshoji Temple&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;There are lots pictures but I prefer to keep them in my scrapbook as memories that will never be forgotten. I must say such trip was quite expensive but worth and so memorable. Bonding moments with mommy and sister are priceless and we are looking forward for another trip together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10275051-9015429504074837999?l=princess-em-online.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princess-em-online.blogspot.com/feeds/9015429504074837999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10275051&amp;postID=9015429504074837999' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10275051/posts/default/9015429504074837999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10275051/posts/default/9015429504074837999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-em-online.blogspot.com/2007/06/mushi-mushi.html' title='Mushi-mushi'/><author><name>Princess Em</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07347841941739413244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos18.flickr.com/23014408_dab4ec48ff_s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-bfnRe-6TMU/Rl_EOVdl7OI/AAAAAAAAABs/Wnz24NieHFg/s72-c/DSCF3082.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10275051.post-1956585031764243285</id><published>2007-03-15T19:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T06:16:49.119+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>The Sweetness I Can't Resist</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-bfnRe-6TMU/RfktA19nOmI/AAAAAAAAABg/xIcRcozAVRs/s1600-h/Royce_Dark.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042110750326733410" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-bfnRe-6TMU/RfktA19nOmI/AAAAAAAAABg/xIcRcozAVRs/s320/Royce_Dark.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Since I was a kid, I was a chocolate lover. I remember I always request my mommy to buy chocolates such as Kitkat, toblerone, cadbury and my favorite then Lindt. At that early age, I knew already which chocolate is good and expensive so I was then a choco guru in our family. Hence, if my friends loved chocnut, spare me on that because for me it's not really chocolate but just crumbs of peanuts and sugar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until now, I still love chocolate eventhough I have allergy on it due to my asthma attacks. I now become so conscious to the food that I eat. I eventually stopped craving for chocolates. Should I have the eagerness to the taste of it, I just drink lots of water and simply turn my back. But the evil is still around haunting me. Until one day, I had the liberty to taste a japanese chocolate called "Royce". That evil turned angel to me. The taste is like you're in heaven where you cannot really resist. Everything melts on your tongue. Not to mention the packaging of it which is not usual to any chocolate bar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I told my friends and colleagues about the 'heaveness" of Royce chocolate, all of them now love it too just like me. As what I always say, "If it's not royce, no thank you" ;-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10275051-1956585031764243285?l=princess-em-online.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princess-em-online.blogspot.com/feeds/1956585031764243285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10275051&amp;postID=1956585031764243285' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10275051/posts/default/1956585031764243285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10275051/posts/default/1956585031764243285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-em-online.blogspot.com/2007/03/sweetness-i-cant-resist.html' title='The Sweetness I Can&apos;t Resist'/><author><name>Princess Em</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07347841941739413244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos18.flickr.com/23014408_dab4ec48ff_s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-bfnRe-6TMU/RfktA19nOmI/AAAAAAAAABg/xIcRcozAVRs/s72-c/Royce_Dark.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10275051.post-2510155519683329499</id><published>2007-03-12T22:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T06:16:50.923+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exercise'/><title type='text'>A Different Yoga Experience</title><content type='html'>A friend of mine invited me to join and experience a yoga class. At first, I declined it since I'm enjoying my belly dancing class. Hence, our belly class has always been postponed eventually, I decided not looking forward into it to prevent disappointments. Not to mention, I already forgot too about the yoga thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One day, I met another old friend of mine after my meeting with a client. I noticed that my friend really look radiant and very sexy. Although I know I'm sexy too in my own way but I was amazed how great she looks. Honestly, I was so curious of her secret and she blurted with happines that she's into "&lt;em&gt;bikram yoga". &lt;/em&gt;I asked myself, "what the hell is about yoga that every friend of mine who looks radiant are head over heels about this?!!". With a little overview of bikram yoga from my friend, I eventually enrolled myself, simply because of curiosity and wanting to look better and syempre...sexier...hehehhe...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had my first taste of Bikram Yoga few weeks ago. It was one of the lazy saturdays and nothing to do much in my pad. I wore my usual gym outfit and roxy slippers together with my mat, big towels and a jag of water. I had my 10-minute introduction from the instructor and for me, everything she said was just the usual stuff of exercise. When I was told to go to the room, I observed it was a bit hot and noticed there were heaters on the 4 corners of the room. I immediately asked how long will the class be with this kind of temperature... it's a 90-minute class. I was a bit nervous but I told myself, "Here I am, if my friends enjoyed it, I should too".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I would like to show you some of the exercises or poses we did during our class. I'm grateful I'm flexible enough to follow them. Thanks to my ballet experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041063517040884242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-bfnRe-6TMU/RfV0j19nOhI/AAAAAAAAAA4/q1Hh_auQOcU/s320/HalfMoonBends_000.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is called Half Moon with Hands to Feet pose. We are expected see the back wall and stay on that pose for at least 10 seconds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041063740379183650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-bfnRe-6TMU/RfV0w19nOiI/AAAAAAAAABA/JH9Bv4SNFlc/s320/LesliChristiansen07.jpg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is called Balance Stick pose. You really need to find your focal point to have the balance and make sure your lifted leg is parallel to your pointed hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041063968012450354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-bfnRe-6TMU/RfV0-F9nOjI/AAAAAAAAABI/AylB5RF8Q-o/s320/IMG_2630L.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the Standing Head to Knee pose. Unfortunately, my powers weren't enough to execute this. It's really difficult for first timers. Without getting your focal point and enough flexibility of your body, you will never make it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041064195645717058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-bfnRe-6TMU/RfV1LV9nOkI/AAAAAAAAABQ/k9Qv8_rziik/s320/AshleyHooper18.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly,this is called the Full Locust pose. I remember we used to do this in my ballet class during my younger days. This is easy for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Generally, bikram yoga is a series of 26 postures including two breathing exercises done over a 90-minute period in a heated room. The heat encourages flexibility, promotes detoxification and assists in the healing and realignment of the body. The poses that I showed look difficult. Honestly, they really are. Hence, this is a challenge for me to look and feel good! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10275051-2510155519683329499?l=princess-em-online.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princess-em-online.blogspot.com/feeds/2510155519683329499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10275051&amp;postID=2510155519683329499' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10275051/posts/default/2510155519683329499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10275051/posts/default/2510155519683329499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-em-online.blogspot.com/2007/03/different-yoga-experience.html' title='A Different Yoga Experience'/><author><name>Princess Em</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07347841941739413244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos18.flickr.com/23014408_dab4ec48ff_s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-bfnRe-6TMU/RfV0j19nOhI/AAAAAAAAAA4/q1Hh_auQOcU/s72-c/HalfMoonBends_000.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10275051.post-373970198892890902</id><published>2007-02-18T22:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T06:16:51.079+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><title type='text'>Another Challenge in Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-bfnRe-6TMU/RdhkUeHHSKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cAAqiqALyC0/s1600-h/sad.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032882886429591714" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-bfnRe-6TMU/RdhkUeHHSKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cAAqiqALyC0/s320/sad.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;When I was in Singapore three (3) weeks ago for a training, I was informed by my immediate boss that I'll be moving to different industry. In a way, I was surprised because we are just on our quarter 3 and it was a drastic move for such change of responsibilty.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Being with my current position for a little more than a year, I sacrificed a lot of things especially my social life. Also on the physical part, it was greatly affected too. Nevertheless, having now developed good relationships to the clients as well as having a quite healthy pipeline, everything paid off. I never imagined that I'll be having a new responsibiliy and start all over again.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;With the new industry that I'll be handling, I'm a bit comfortable with it since I used to handle them with my previous jobs. Hence, many things may have changed and I feel I'll be developing everything on my own... good thing I still have good friends with it..I just have to start with them and everything follows.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is another challenge in my life which I accepted with open arms. I believe God gives me scenarios which I know I can handle (with His guidance). Knowing my personality, I'll survive.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10275051-373970198892890902?l=princess-em-online.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princess-em-online.blogspot.com/feeds/373970198892890902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10275051&amp;postID=373970198892890902' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10275051/posts/default/373970198892890902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10275051/posts/default/373970198892890902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-em-online.blogspot.com/2007/02/another-challenge-in-life.html' title='Another Challenge in Life'/><author><name>Princess Em</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07347841941739413244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos18.flickr.com/23014408_dab4ec48ff_s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-bfnRe-6TMU/RdhkUeHHSKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cAAqiqALyC0/s72-c/sad.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10275051.post-116281087074246547</id><published>2006-11-06T18:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T20:17:28.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sharing One of My Secrets</title><content type='html'>Everyone of us has secrets which one day when you're ready, you'll share them to people whom you trust.I have my share of secrets too, I mean dark secrets but proud of it. Well, many may think it's something that is negative or morbid and better to keep it 6 feet below the ground. Fortunately, I should say it's not that bad at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here it is... yours truly used to be a ballet dancer, I mean a "professional ballet dancer". At a very young age of 7 years old, I learned already to point my toes, turn out my thighs and do plie, pirouettes and grand jete jumps. Since the time I started to wear leotards and tights, I never stopped dancing ballet. In fact, it was my main reason why I transferred to Manila at a tender age of 12. I was given a scholarship by Dance Theatre of the Philippines (DTP). I remembered I joined this ballet company as one of the youngest members and always have the corspe de ballet part, meaning always the background dancers. Eventually, I began to have solo parts and did some important roles like the Blue Bird, one of Jesus' ladies in Misa, an important role in Giselle and many more. But life in ballet is not all bed of roses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/880/787/320/Emily_Ballet_10years%20old.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(At 9 years old, I started using pointe shoes)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During my secondary days in school, I always missed my classes due to our ballet performances. If I'm in school, my first class was always a sleeping time and that was biggest contribution why I always ended up to have C minus grade in my conduct. Well, other things are I don't have notebooks to most of my subjects (always photocopies from my classmates) and share of disobediences in school. Again, principal office has always been a second classroom to me which is not new anymore to my Mom. Aside from the sacrifices I did in school like the JS Prom, weekend parties and soirees, my time was tied up with our ballet rehearsals everyday from 5pm-9pm on weekdays and 1-5pm on Saturdays. Not to mention the blisters that turned to hard skin (callous) to every toe and "patay na kuko" where I remembered I had 6 of them. You could just imagine how lousy my feet before. Truthfully, it was really a big sacrifice during my teenage days but I didn't regret a single day of it since I had the passion and most of all, the love for ballet. I knew I was a very good ballet dancer and thought I would be a prima ballerina someday just like the others ahead of us, Lisa Macuja and Anna Villadolid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/880/787/320/Emily_16yrsold.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(At 15, started to do lead roles in DTP)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But things turned out different when I decided to take up engineering course. I thought I could manage my time between classes in school and ballet rehearsals. When I reached my second year, everything was messed up and I have to choose one road only. One day, I just turned my back from the ballet world and taught myself to be a normal person just like by classmates. Initially, it was fun because everything was new to me like the gigs after school, eating the food that were not part of my usual food menu, weekend parties that ended up until midnight (due to my curfew), and other things that normal teenagers do. But then again, ballet must have pasted well in my bloodstreams because I felt once in a while the aches of dancing. Presently, I still feel those aches to dance but I know I'm too old for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/880/787/320/Emily_Giselle_17yrsold.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Giselle, taking a bow with Lisa Macuja and Nonoy Froilan)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching ballet performances or seeing my nieces dancing ballet makes me feel good again and gives me the chance to feel again the warmth of ballet world. Now that you know one of my secrets in life, it makes me feel proud already. It has been a long time keeping this to myself and only very few people that are close to me know this part of my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10275051-116281087074246547?l=princess-em-online.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princess-em-online.blogspot.com/feeds/116281087074246547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10275051&amp;postID=116281087074246547' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10275051/posts/default/116281087074246547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10275051/posts/default/116281087074246547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-em-online.blogspot.com/2006/11/sharing-one-of-my-secrets.html' title='Sharing One of My Secrets'/><author><name>Princess Em</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07347841941739413244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos18.flickr.com/23014408_dab4ec48ff_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10275051.post-116221099640615902</id><published>2006-10-30T19:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-31T18:00:03.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kindergarten Fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/880/787/1600/Emily_Kinder_5yearsold.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/880/787/320/Emily_Kinder_5yearsold.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you still remember the first time you stepped in your school? I remembered I woke up very early and very excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to my classroom, my sister accompanied and not to forget she said " if someone bullies you, tell me". That's my over-protective sister. I sat at the middle front row to make sure I can see my teacher. I had classmates who were crying the whole time simply because they want also their mommy to sit beside them. But me, I just had my sister who carried my trolly then she left going to her class. I was brave enough to be left there. After my class, I just waited inside my classroom for my sister to arrive. No crying and tantrums. I felt that time I was a big girl already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the rest of my kindergarten days were really fun. In fact, I remembered it was all playing and eating with my classmates. Although, I also have my share of fights with girls as well as boys. Hence, principal office was like a second classroom to me. But inspite of it, I was still able to receive academic awards during our graduation. When we had our annual book, I had a picture there jumping on top of the crossed arms of two of my classmates while the rest of the class were watching my balleting jump. Reminiscing that time, I voluteered to do the stunt first. Well, I believe I was already confident of myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's fun to remember those times and feel to be a child again. I am proud to say, I really do have a happy childhood. My parents exposed us to different arts and sports for us to be sociable and meet new friends. How about you? How was your kindergarten days?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10275051-116221099640615902?l=princess-em-online.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princess-em-online.blogspot.com/feeds/116221099640615902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10275051&amp;postID=116221099640615902' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10275051/posts/default/116221099640615902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10275051/posts/default/116221099640615902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-em-online.blogspot.com/2006/10/kindergarten-fun.html' title='Kindergarten Fun'/><author><name>Princess Em</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07347841941739413244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos18.flickr.com/23014408_dab4ec48ff_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10275051.post-116215914260011460</id><published>2006-10-30T05:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T05:59:03.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heart Pains</title><content type='html'>Being in-love is the greatest thing that God must have given to us. It expresses the real you  and practicing to be selfless just to please the other person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a while not entertaining of being in-love. I always have the excuses of workload and so many friends around me. Hence, I totally took for granted of returning back the admirations of other people given to me. Also, the heart itself has forgotten too to open and be alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of male friends tend to be "extra" nice and expressing their feelings toward me including this guy that I have been seeing for the last 5 years. Through the years, we've been close but no commitment I should say. Eventually, I learned to open my heart again and returned back the admirations to him. Honestly, it was a great feeling and I was glad that I realized I am a normal being again. Unfortunately, things turned out sour when I accidentally found out that this person that I'm beginning to love is also seeing others not just one but two (I guess more).  I initially felt numb and ashamed of myself for why I allowed this thing to happen.  I want to cry but I can't. I want to nag him but I didn't. I want to throw his mobile phone but I preferred to pretend that I don't know anything about his being a "great lover".  I guess, the reason why I'm doing this is a little pride of mine is controlling to keep myself sane and take things objectively. Well, that's being a princess ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, my heart still feel pains. With so much of it as if it will going to burst. But then again, I keep things to myself. He's still around being nice...but no thanks. I guess that he doubts now why suddenly I'm too busy for him.  One day, when I'm ready and has put everything in me in proper places, I'll confront him without a blink of an eye... but now, pains are still running around my heart and trying to freeze it just not feel the pains.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10275051-116215914260011460?l=princess-em-online.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princess-em-online.blogspot.com/feeds/116215914260011460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10275051&amp;postID=116215914260011460' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10275051/posts/default/116215914260011460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10275051/posts/default/116215914260011460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-em-online.blogspot.com/2006/10/heart-pains.html' title='Heart Pains'/><author><name>Princess Em</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07347841941739413244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos18.flickr.com/23014408_dab4ec48ff_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10275051.post-115780893327783417</id><published>2006-09-09T20:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-11T19:19:18.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mother and Daughter Bonding</title><content type='html'>Mommy and I had a vacation in US last August. Our point of entry was in San Francisco then the day after, we flew to New York via Minneapolis. We stayed in East coast for five (5) days in my friend's place, Adgene. Together with his family, we toured Mommy. We went to Ellis Island, Statue of Liberty, Broadway and most of all, to the outlets where we went gaga doing shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the escapades in New York, we flew back to San Francisco where Mommy stayed while I was in Las Vegas to attend Cisco's Global Sales Meeting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In San Francisco, we were able to see some of the tourist spots such as the Golden Gate Bridge, Fisherman's Wharf, Alcatraz, Lombart, Napa Valley and the city itself. I was very excited too since it was my first time in Sanfo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To share some of my bonding moments with my Mom:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In Ellis Island with the Ramos Family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/880/787/320/US%20Trip_Cebu_US_08242006%20055.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;With Lady Liberty&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/880/787/320/US%20Trip_Cebu_US_08242006%20073.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Golden Gate Bridge&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="315" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/880/787/320/US%20Trip_Cebu_US_08242006%20169.jpg" width="238" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Lastly, in Robert Mondavi, Napa Valley&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 235px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="233" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/880/787/320/US%20Trip_US_08252006%20010.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Honestly, such trip was a bit expensive but the moments with Mommy are priceless. Being with her in US were memorable . She got sick because of erratice weather and very hectic schedule but I know she really enjoyed the trip.... me too..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10275051-115780893327783417?l=princess-em-online.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princess-em-online.blogspot.com/feeds/115780893327783417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10275051&amp;postID=115780893327783417' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10275051/posts/default/115780893327783417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10275051/posts/default/115780893327783417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-em-online.blogspot.com/2006/09/mother-and-daughter-bonding.html' title='Mother and Daughter Bonding'/><author><name>Princess Em</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07347841941739413244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos18.flickr.com/23014408_dab4ec48ff_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10275051.post-115124001576056459</id><published>2006-06-25T20:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-25T20:58:41.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My First Diary</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/880/787/1600/My%20diary.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/880/787/200/My%20diary.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I was overwelmed when I saw my very first diary. When I started reading the contents of it, I was both crying and laughing on how I composed my day to day experiences. Also, I was thrilled seeing the evolution of my penmanship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had my first diary when I was ten (10) years old. I remember this was a gift from my sister, Tel since she also has same like mine. This has been my diary until I was in college. Handwritings were changing even the words I chose in completing a certain experience to write about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Within this diary, many things are kept in it such as the stickers I got from my friends in grade school, lots of flowers from admirers, crushes and boyfriends (hahahha), pictures of the boys of my life (oowwweeee), lots of paper money signed by different presidents, hospital bracelets and others. Well, a small book with so many memories inside that has been kept for so many years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/880/787/1600/Sample%20write.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/880/787/200/Sample%20write.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 216px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 158px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="167" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/880/787/200/W%20flower.jpg" width="244" border="0" /&gt;Above are samples of the inside of my diary... a summer experience in Manila when I had a summer workshop in CCP and a flower given to me when I was in high school. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Isn't it, it is a very nice feeling to see our things from the past and remembering the different experiences. Thanks to my sister, Tel for influencing me to write anything in the diary. With this passion, I still continue this through my journals eventually, my princess-em blog in the internet. I guess, I have to start again writing in a small notebook for us to appreciate again the beauty of our penmanship.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Lastly, I dedicate this write-up to my dear friend Wats0n. I promised him to show this diary when we went to Baguio but I forgot to bring it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10275051-115124001576056459?l=princess-em-online.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princess-em-online.blogspot.com/feeds/115124001576056459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10275051&amp;postID=115124001576056459' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10275051/posts/default/115124001576056459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10275051/posts/default/115124001576056459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-em-online.blogspot.com/2006/06/my-first-diary.html' title='My First Diary'/><author><name>Princess Em</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07347841941739413244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos18.flickr.com/23014408_dab4ec48ff_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10275051.post-114943002162204393</id><published>2006-06-04T21:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-04T22:10:31.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Movie: The Da Vinci Code</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/880/787/1600/th-00386_r.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/880/787/320/th-00386_r.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I finally had the chance to watch the movie, The Da Vinci Code. Everyone was talking about the movie and how boring was it as compared to the well-famous book written by Dan Brown. As for me to fully judge the said movie, I watched it last Saturday with my niece, Nics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For good points, director, Ron Howard chose great locations and was able to conceptualize the events from past relating to the present scenes. The events were well photographed as if you're the reading the chapters of the book. Hence, Silas had the strongest character in the film where the actor, Paul Bettany has well portrayed the great servant of the Opus Dei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, for the main characters portrayed by Tom Hanks and Audrey Tautou, they simply do not have chemistry which makes the whole film boring. I believe there was no involvement of emotional feelings which makes no impact in the film as compared in the book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/880/787/1600/Emily_Louvre.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/880/787/200/Emily_Louvre.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nevertheless, I was still had the excitement while watching the movie because I was reminiscing the time I was in France. I did in fact went to Mussee du Louvre and witnessed the gorgeous place especially the famous glass pyramid. In the attached picture, it is the Louvre Museum and on the left side is the pyramid where Tom Hanks also had his last shot in the film (as shown on the upper picture).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In summary, I should say the picture has just a satisfactory rate.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10275051-114943002162204393?l=princess-em-online.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princess-em-online.blogspot.com/feeds/114943002162204393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10275051&amp;postID=114943002162204393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10275051/posts/default/114943002162204393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10275051/posts/default/114943002162204393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-em-online.blogspot.com/2006/06/movie-da-vinci-code.html' title='Movie: The Da Vinci Code'/><author><name>Princess Em</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07347841941739413244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos18.flickr.com/23014408_dab4ec48ff_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10275051.post-114891527734903882</id><published>2006-05-29T22:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-29T23:10:37.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'>X-Men: Is It A Good Movie or Not?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/880/787/1600/th-staging1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/880/787/320/th-staging1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My friends and I watched X-Men: The Last Stand movie last Friday. As usual, the movie house was jam packed as if it was the last time for us to see a movie in our life. Nevetheless, thanks to our dear friend, Jheng for such a very resourceful person for getting us tickets in advance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After watching the movie, my reaction was not an instant positive response. It took me a while for me to consolidate all my ideas and judging if it is a good movie or not. Film effects wise, yes it is a good one. The director is very creative making the effects so real and giving us the awes and ahs reactions on every actions they do. Connection with the audience was there. For the story as a whole, well, I prefer the previous X-Men movies. I find it a bit shallow and I disagree basically of killing the main characters and not justifying their deaths. Well, that is just my opinion, ok? On the contrary, I admire the lesson of the story. X-Men and the Brotherhood may have different views but they do have a goal in common, which is to destroy the mutant anti-body. They find this insulting since it implies that being mutant is wrong and it is a sickness that needs cure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With all the inputs I have shared with you, I believe that the movie is well justified to be a good one. It may not be a terrific one but still a worthy movie to watch again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10275051-114891527734903882?l=princess-em-online.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princess-em-online.blogspot.com/feeds/114891527734903882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10275051&amp;postID=114891527734903882' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10275051/posts/default/114891527734903882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10275051/posts/default/114891527734903882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-em-online.blogspot.com/2006/05/x-men-is-it-good-movie-or-not.html' title='X-Men: Is It A Good Movie or Not?'/><author><name>Princess Em</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07347841941739413244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos18.flickr.com/23014408_dab4ec48ff_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10275051.post-114864504606500758</id><published>2006-05-26T19:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-27T12:57:15.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unforgettable Davao Trip</title><content type='html'>My friend, Wats0n has been writing about our Davao "business" trip and I don't know if I would be glad seeing my pictures he posted on his blog coz they were not "princess-like" but that's ok. At least such pictures showed how wacky we were during those times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is my turn now to share some of our exciting and funny experiences there. Aside from the fact that we went there for business purpose, we did find time to move around the city and really experience the good life in Davao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/880/787/320/CIMG3015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;First picture was taken in Blu Gre. This was the group's first night in Davao and they all drank the Durian Gaccipucino Coffee. Well, the Host (which is me) definitely had only ice tea since I had a trauma on durian. In here, Wats0n and I tried to look as the Datu and the princess.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/880/787/320/CIMG3042.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Second picture is of course the princess from the South. An orchid tucked on the left ear is a must. As always, I drink fresh buko whenever I am in Davao. This was taken when we had lunch in Paradise Island Beach Resort which is just a taxi away from the city. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/880/787/320/CIMG3086.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Third Picture. The group went to the Eagle Center. They were all amazed on the many eagles they saw. To mention some, we saw Pagasa, Marikit, Maginoo and the rest of the Mulawin brothers. The picture shows how we appreciated the eagles coz we even imitated their posture. Oh my... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/880/787/320/CIMG3109.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Fourth Picture. After the convention, I brought them to Aldevinco, a haven for pasalubong. We went to my suki, Ella who accomodated us very well and gave everyone attractive discounts. With this picture, Wats0n and I tried to look like Abusayafs...este.. royal prince and princess of Datu Marasigan's clan of Davao del Sur (just dreaming..). &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/880/787/320/CIMG3095.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Fifth Picture. This is the 1st day of the RBAP conference. With me is Debbie showing her nicest smile.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/880/787/320/CIMG3085.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sixth Picture. This was taken at the entrance of the Eagle Center. I basically closed my left eye because an insect went inside while having a picture (ouch.. but pose first). Aside from blogmate Wats0n, with me are Debbie, Nonet and Francis. Hence, we were the last one who left the Eagle Center that time.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/880/787/320/Davao%20006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Seventh Picture. Wats0n, Chu and I went to downtown after watching a movie in NCCC Mall. At the back is the famous boat-like building, San Pedro Church. This is famous before as bombing site of the terrorists. But look, the church is still there standing firmly like Noah's arc.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/880/787/320/Davao%20007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Eighth Picture. This is how Davao downtown looks like at night. I was surprised coz Chu bought the scraped mango with shrimp paste along the sidewalk. I remember my Mommy always telling me not to buy those food coz they've been exposed in the streets the whole day. Well, Chu ate it and didn't hear from him that he had stomach ache. As for Wats0n, I guess that time he was so hungry that's why he's not in the mood already for picture taking. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/880/787/320/Davao%20010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ninth Picture. We had few drinks on this place called Blue Posts. They were amazed on the prices coz everything is cheap so it made them ordered more drinks than their usual practice. Obviously, Wats0n was tipsy already as seen on this picture. This place is just a 10-minute walk from my place. I remember this is also the place where my Mommy sold the pet snake of my brother Dennis because it sneaked out one night and the whole house panicked. Since then, Blue Posts has a delicacy in their menu called "Sawa ni Dennis". &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/880/787/320/Davao%20025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tenth and final Picture. The famous Boy Abunda pose of Wats0n (hahaha). He really enjoyed the crystal-look of the water in Paradise Island which is part of the famous Samal Island. We had our breakfast here and left before lunch time. With the sea breeze together with the cool water and sunny weather with plenty food around us, it is really a paradise to us.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Honestly, I had a great time too just like my friends. Eventhough I am a local (which I normally tell them), I felt that I'm also a tourist enjoying the beauty of Davao. With my friends, I had fun commuting and knowing the street names, the different places and most of all, the food which are just normal for me whenever I go home.&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;I'm sure there will be repeat performances in the future and definitely it will be a bigger group including the wife and kid of Wats0n, the bunnies of Vic and Nonet, the future husband and kid of Debbie and the rest of the gang. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Lastly, I'm proud to say I'm a Davaoeno...and will always be...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10275051-114864504606500758?l=princess-em-online.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princess-em-online.blogspot.com/feeds/114864504606500758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10275051&amp;postID=114864504606500758' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10275051/posts/default/114864504606500758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10275051/posts/default/114864504606500758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-em-online.blogspot.com/2006/05/unforgettable-davao-trip.html' title='Unforgettable Davao Trip'/><author><name>Princess Em</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07347841941739413244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos18.flickr.com/23014408_dab4ec48ff_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10275051.post-114864221023654906</id><published>2006-05-26T18:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-27T08:44:19.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Glimpse in Businessworld 26 May 2006</title><content type='html'>I met a client, Bobby Ang who is also the coach of the Philippine Chess Team. During our first meeting, he couldn't resist but asked me if I'm related to GM Rosendo Balinas. Definitely I said yes since he is a 2nd cousin of my Dad. Unfortunately, I never met him since our family is based in Mindanao while his is in Luzon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Monday, Bobby Ang emailed me that he wrote an article in Businessworld and I should have a copy of it. When I saw the article, I was surprised and overwelmed on the gesture he did for making our meeting a memorable for both of us. With this, I would like to share with you a glimpse of the article.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;CHESS PIECE&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;By Bobby Ang&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;26 May 2006&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Past Olympiad Heroes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A few days ago I was in a meeting to discuss the IP infrastructure of our office and glancing the calling cards of the people in attendance noticed the name of the Cisco Officer was Emily C. Balinas. I couldn't help blurting out, " are you related to GM Rosendo Balinas?" The answer was in the affirmative. Emily said that Bali was her uncle, the she knew he used to be one of the strongest players in the country, aside from that knew little else about his career. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A few years ago I wrote a series on "The Rosendo Balinas Story" but neglected to close it properly. Now htat the Turin Olympiad has already started the perfect opportunity has come to correct this injustice, for what better way to start the event with a quick recap of past Filipino heroes? Emily Balinas, this one is for you. . . . .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want the whole article, you'll see it in the S2-P7 section of Businessworld dated 26 May 2006.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Bobby. Greatly appreciated. And to you Uncle Bali, salute to you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10275051-114864221023654906?l=princess-em-online.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princess-em-online.blogspot.com/feeds/114864221023654906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10275051&amp;postID=114864221023654906' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10275051/posts/default/114864221023654906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10275051/posts/default/114864221023654906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-em-online.blogspot.com/2006/05/glimpse-in-businessworld-26-may-2006.html' title='A Glimpse in Businessworld 26 May 2006'/><author><name>Princess Em</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07347841941739413244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos18.flickr.com/23014408_dab4ec48ff_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10275051.post-114632302544392186</id><published>2006-04-29T22:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-29T23:07:14.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Living Alone</title><content type='html'>&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/79776666@N00/136891580/"&gt;&lt;img height="240" alt="alone" src="http://static.flickr.com/48/136891580_dc345310bc_m.jpg" width="204" align="left" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My padmate, Jheng decided to leave last March 30 and be with her family in Antipolo. The day she left was so gloomy and I felt emptiness, not only because the place was left almost empty but it was such a lonely feeling that I'll be literally alone then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first night was very long and I couldn't sleep at all. Sad thing was, I didn't even have a television that time and I almost finished 2 novels that night just to fall asleep. Unfortunately, morning came, I was still awake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things were different now when Jheng left. The place has its total changed look. New things are now in place. At night, I appreciate now that I have Lionel, Ritchie and Thirdy beside me (they are my lion stuff toys ;-)). Most of the time, I go home very late just for me not to feel that I'm totally alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/79776666@N00/136891581/"&gt;&lt;img height="100" alt="spongebob" src="http://static.flickr.com/54/136891581_e247e854e5_t.jpg" width="85" align="left" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well, I am beginning to get used to be alone now. I eventually like to make things in proper before I leave. Most of all, I appreciate everything in my place now. Hopefully, one day, I have somebody to be with and not be alone again....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10275051-114632302544392186?l=princess-em-online.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princess-em-online.blogspot.com/feeds/114632302544392186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10275051&amp;postID=114632302544392186' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10275051/posts/default/114632302544392186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10275051/posts/default/114632302544392186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-em-online.blogspot.com/2006/04/living-alone.html' title='Living Alone'/><author><name>Princess Em</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07347841941739413244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos18.flickr.com/23014408_dab4ec48ff_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10275051.post-114354402913451497</id><published>2006-03-28T18:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-29T08:48:29.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Different Faces of Wats0n</title><content type='html'>I had the chance to be with watson and fisherpau during our thrift banks convention in Baguio. I didn't imagine WatsOn is such a wacky person to be with. I couldn't think of a dull moment with him. We were always laughing and giggling especially the time the three (3) us... WatsOn, Fisherpau and I, had the the day-off and just driving around Baguio (well, with our personal driver...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having consolidated all the pictures we took in Baguio, I was amazed by how artistic our friend WatsOn is. He is an instant celebrity, projecting different kind of facial expressions. Let me show the proofs..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Sneezie Man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/79776666@N00/119265069/"&gt;&lt;img height="240" alt="SneezeBoy" src="http://static.flickr.com/19/119265069_df652dfe31_m.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Boggie Man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/79776666@N00/119265068/"&gt;&lt;img height="180" alt="BoogieMan" src="http://static.flickr.com/35/119265068_5d1ad5f9d4_m.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Man About to Fart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/79776666@N00/119265070/"&gt;&lt;img height="180" alt="Others 004" src="http://static.flickr.com/46/119265070_271980990b_m.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Man Who Saw A Ghost&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/79776666@N00/119265072/"&gt;&lt;img height="180" alt="Others 077" src="http://static.flickr.com/37/119265072_a0ab5bfca4_m.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Artist-kuno&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/79776666@N00/119265071/"&gt;&lt;img height="180" alt="Others 085" src="http://static.flickr.com/52/119265071_a53aa0c94a_m.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Crying Man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/79776666@N00/119556532/"&gt;&lt;img height="180" alt="photos 055" src="http://static.flickr.com/41/119556532_cd389f4152_m.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Kamot King&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/79776666@N00/119556531/"&gt;&lt;img height="180" alt="photos 052" src="http://static.flickr.com/52/119556531_12ac98a009_m.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang Aliping Bugbog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/79776666@N00/119556533/"&gt;&lt;img height="180" alt="photos 105" src="http://static.flickr.com/40/119556533_051276052c_m.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...And The Happy Father&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/79776666@N00/119265073/"&gt;&lt;img height="180" alt="photos 083" src="http://static.flickr.com/56/119265073_1aa0b13a82_m.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10275051-114354402913451497?l=princess-em-online.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princess-em-online.blogspot.com/feeds/114354402913451497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10275051&amp;postID=114354402913451497' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10275051/posts/default/114354402913451497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10275051/posts/default/114354402913451497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-em-online.blogspot.com/2006/03/different-faces-of-wats0n.html' title='Different Faces of Wats0n'/><author><name>Princess Em</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07347841941739413244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos18.flickr.com/23014408_dab4ec48ff_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10275051.post-114226068297733057</id><published>2006-03-13T22:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-13T22:38:03.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'>He's Just Not That Into You</title><content type='html'>&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/79776666@N00/111945889/"&gt;&lt;img height="240" alt="broken_heart" src="http://static.flickr.com/47/111945889_2d78590ced_m.jpg" width="195" align="left" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have a friend who's madly with a guy I mean deadly head over heels but the problem is the guy just dumped him. I told my friend that guy is just not that into you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They lived together and in less than a month, the guy decided to stop the serious relationship and just be friends instead. The girl simply can't accept the idea and even begged to the guy to think it over and she will do everything for the guy to be happy again with her. Hence, the guy told her that he has other priorities which needs more focus. Again, I told my friend that guy is just not that into you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told the girl to leave their haven and look for a place. She knows it is the right thing to do but she still wanted to stay with him and begged to continue their relationship. But the guy just told him it's better to be friends but she can still stay in their place. I told my friend that guy is just no that into you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend always ask my advise about her love problem. I used reverse psychology for her to realize the right thing to do and she knows all the answers to her problem. But she still insist she loves the guy. I told her that guy is just not that into you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many times do I have to tell her "HE'S JUST NOT THAT INTO YOU"! YOU'RE INTELLIGENT, GORGEOUS AND STREET SMART LADY. YOU DESERVE A BETTER GUY THAN THIS CREEP YOU DEARLY LOVE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It hurts you now but life goes on and one day you'll realize that how stupid you did fall in love with that guy. 'HE'S REALLY JUST NOT THAT INTO YOU"...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10275051-114226068297733057?l=princess-em-online.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princess-em-online.blogspot.com/feeds/114226068297733057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10275051&amp;postID=114226068297733057' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10275051/posts/default/114226068297733057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10275051/posts/default/114226068297733057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-em-online.blogspot.com/2006/03/hes-just-not-that-into-you.html' title='He&apos;s Just Not That Into You'/><author><name>Princess Em</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07347841941739413244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos18.flickr.com/23014408_dab4ec48ff_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10275051.post-114138346835246384</id><published>2006-03-03T18:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-03T19:20:08.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pains Not Meant For Gabbi</title><content type='html'>&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/79776666@N00/107151575/"&gt;&lt;img height="240" alt="Gabbi" src="http://static.flickr.com/35/107151575_a27407e6fc_m.jpg" width="171" align="left" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There are many pains in life we all have to undergo with different level of intensities. Sometimes we wish the pain experience by our loved ones should have been ours instead seeing them crying with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have an 8-year old niece named Gabbi who undergone kidney surgery two (2) weeks ago. She has been a frequent visitor of hospital since the start of the 2006 due to urinary track infections. When we decided to have a second opinion here in Manila, it was found out that her left kidney is functioning thirty nine (39%) only and need to be fixed immediately. Our faces went pale and could not bare our little Gabbi (well, she's not really little coz she weighs 100 lbs) will be having a major operation and she's just a kid. I wish I have instead her pains rather than seeing her crying all the time and can't barely stand and walk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I myself have a high threshold on pains. I can even sometimes tell my mind to forget the pain and it's effective to me. But for my nieces, I can't easily teach them about it and it breaks my heart everytime I see them crying because of pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gabbi now has been released from hospital but still crying for the pains she still experience. But I admire her for being brave to undergo such surgery. Someday, I will teach her on how to use her mind in controlling her body and take for granted the pains she has.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10275051-114138346835246384?l=princess-em-online.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princess-em-online.blogspot.com/feeds/114138346835246384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10275051&amp;postID=114138346835246384' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10275051/posts/default/114138346835246384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10275051/posts/default/114138346835246384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-em-online.blogspot.com/2006/03/pains-not-meant-for-gabbi.html' title='Pains Not Meant For Gabbi'/><author><name>Princess Em</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07347841941739413244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos18.flickr.com/23014408_dab4ec48ff_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10275051.post-113844689233116666</id><published>2006-01-28T18:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-28T19:45:32.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Funny Christmas</title><content type='html'>How did you spend the christmas day? Was it like the usual celebration you used to have or something you will always love to remember and smile?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ours I should say was a funny christmas and will always be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Traditionally, our family wears red as our uniform in celebrating christmas. We do usual family pictures, have a lavish dinner and over-flowing gifts for everyone. But one thing that makes our christmas unique is the warm laughs everyone contribute. Let me share some of the proofs:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/79776666@N00/86637414/"&gt;&lt;img height="180" alt="DSC05184" src="http://static.flickr.com/39/86637414_b6aec1307a_m.jpg" width="240" align="left" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One of our family pictures were everyone wanted to have funny shot. Well, everyone were smiling especially the kids with their wacky poses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/79776666@N00/92090073/"&gt;&lt;img height="180" alt="with apos" src="http://static.flickr.com/25/92090073_ae33f5b878_m.jpg" width="240" align="left" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Or course, a picture of Mommy with her gorgeous grandchildren. Two(2) kids were absent since they were in Australia but a call from them made our Christmas complete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/79776666@N00/92090072/"&gt;&lt;img height="180" alt="before gifts opening" src="http://static.flickr.com/34/92090072_99cbb478bc_m.jpg" width="240" align="left" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My nieces and nephew posed in front of the christmas tree with the overflowing gifts waiting to be opened. Sigh, Ate and I were lack of sleep since we were very busy wrapping those gifts and made sure they were wrapped uniquely. Hence, we slept almost 3am that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/79776666@N00/92087862/"&gt;&lt;img height="180" alt="DSC05181" src="http://static.flickr.com/35/92087862_5be5aa3924_m.jpg" width="240" align="left" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is what happen to our sala after opening the gifts. Not even a needle can find a place on the floor since all parts of the place were messed up with wrappers, ribbons and the gifts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/79776666@N00/86637417/"&gt;&lt;img height="180" alt="Xmas2005 009" src="http://static.flickr.com/38/86637417_083111bf4d_m.jpg" width="240" align="left" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; These are my gorgeous Danni and Sandro. They are really gifted with beautiful smile like their Tita Em ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/79776666@N00/86637415/"&gt;&lt;img height="180" alt="DSC05212" src="http://static.flickr.com/6/86637415_a96ac418f3_m.jpg" width="240" align="left" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Programs with sing, dance and games will always be part of our christmas celebration. Here is the usual newspaper dance which has always been famous to us. Our prices were just P20 per game but everyone enjoyed playing and winning them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas is always important to our family and we really prepare for everyone to enjoy. For our dear Mommy, we know she was very happy those times because we were almost complete and had fun to be each other. We love you Mommy and for us, everyday will be christmas in our hearts..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10275051-113844689233116666?l=princess-em-online.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princess-em-online.blogspot.com/feeds/113844689233116666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10275051&amp;postID=113844689233116666' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10275051/posts/default/113844689233116666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10275051/posts/default/113844689233116666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-em-online.blogspot.com/2006/01/my-funny-christmas.html' title='My Funny Christmas'/><author><name>Princess Em</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07347841941739413244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos18.flickr.com/23014408_dab4ec48ff_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10275051.post-113396458081902986</id><published>2005-12-07T21:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-07T22:09:40.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Filipino By Heart</title><content type='html'>I browsed my high school friend's journal, and read one of her touching write-ups.  She titled it " Filipino Foolmoon's Festival".  I thought it has something to do on how we celebrate fiestas and which make us different to other nationalities.  Hence, it has a different content. I was guilty after reading it. Hence, I was enlightened too and I thank Tina for such inspiring thoughts. Here it is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Filipino Foolmoon's Festival  - by Tina Basco&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Inspite the circus that is happening in this part of the world, there are those who choose to continue their life and work in the Philippines.  Stories on the local news have never been so depressing to the collective psyche as it is now. Anger is one thing while fatigue and indifference is another. And so it is very convenient, almost acceptable  just to say, "I quit!"...But life bids.  And so we answer. With our eyes wide-open.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;On 18-21 August  2005, I'm taking part in the first Philippine  Environmental Documentary Film Festival here in Manila (Gateway Mall, Cubao, Quezon City). My office, government at that is sponsoring a portion of this endeavor.  Movies in times like these?  I say, we should. Perspectives need to be seen.  Visions have to be cleared. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;he stories may be of heartbreak but they just might be of awakening of a people's spirit as well.  I was born to this country and she nursed me well. I choose to believe that I will live to see her fully alive. These days, I am one of the many  who has been experiencing never ending birthpains for the Philipppines. That's how I see  what is before me. For now, there are still many gifts that should keep us from simply giving up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Please come and watch. Kababayans, please tell your families and friends who are  here.  We still have  a lot of work to do.  And there are still people willing to do the work.  Good works. We can be part of it all,  first by listening and seeing the other sides to the stories.    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salamat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10275051-113396458081902986?l=princess-em-online.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princess-em-online.blogspot.com/feeds/113396458081902986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10275051&amp;postID=113396458081902986' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10275051/posts/default/113396458081902986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10275051/posts/default/113396458081902986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-em-online.blogspot.com/2005/12/filipino-by-heart.html' title='Filipino By Heart'/><author><name>Princess Em</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07347841941739413244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos18.flickr.com/23014408_dab4ec48ff_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10275051.post-113248783510993381</id><published>2005-11-20T19:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-28T08:37:12.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bob the Builder for Sandro</title><content type='html'>&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/79776666@N00/65048257/"&gt;&lt;img height="180" alt="Sandro _Migs" src="http://static.flickr.com/27/65048257_cf4cc1f0a3_m.jpg" width="240" align="left" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Last October 30, my nephew, Sandro celebrated his 3rd birthday in Manila Polo Club. It was raining so hard and I thought the celebration will be postponed since it should be done in the cogon area which is an open area. Nevertheless, it was transferred to McKinley room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were about twelve (12) kids who attended the party with their Bob the Builder costumes while others did not make it due to the rain. But everything went well. I highly praised the host of the party as Bob which was done by Clowning Around. Such host was very effective since he was able to let Sandro cooperate in the games and follow his instructions. My my my, our little rascal Sandro.. he was so happy on his party more so the kids. They enjoyed the games and the prizes they have received and not to forget the personalized loot bags prepared by my sister, Tel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, I congratulate my sister for making the party so wonderful. A lady who is very talented and creative when it comes to children parties. Through her Twinkle Dreams business, she is able to extend and share her works to other mothers and kids. Well, as an advertisement, you can reach my sister through her mobile number, +63,920.9613437 for personalized invitations and novelty things. (how's that sis,huh..)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10275051-113248783510993381?l=princess-em-online.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princess-em-online.blogspot.com/feeds/113248783510993381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10275051&amp;postID=113248783510993381' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10275051/posts/default/113248783510993381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10275051/posts/default/113248783510993381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-em-online.blogspot.com/2005/11/bob-builder-for-sandro.html' title='Bob the Builder for Sandro'/><author><name>Princess Em</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07347841941739413244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos18.flickr.com/23014408_dab4ec48ff_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10275051.post-113116200018814975</id><published>2005-11-05T10:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-05T11:42:49.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mahjong, A Classic Game</title><content type='html'>&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/79776666@N00/59892092/"&gt;&lt;img height="134" alt="Filipino Women" src="http://static.flickr.com/26/59892092_25614e14a6_m.jpg" width="240" align="right" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mahjong, mah-jongg, majiang, or whatever you would like to spell it is a game of four (4) players that basically originated in China. It is a game of skill, intelligence, calculation and luck. In most countries, mahjong is often used in gambling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're not familiar with mahjong, the closest game to it is the western card game called gin rummy. Both games involve selecting and discarding cards or tiles to score points by forming groups or runs of similar units.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/79776666@N00/59892091/"&gt;&lt;img height="240" alt="Mahjong Set" src="http://static.flickr.com/26/59892091_53d6fe3546_m.jpg" width="162" align="left" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In mahjong, the object is to build complete suits (usually of threes) from either 13th or 16th tiles. The person to achieve this goal is said to have won the game. Hence, the winning tile completes the set of either 14 or 17 tiles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To give you a background of the equipment used in mahjong, there are six (6) types of suit tiles used, namely, the circle, bamboo character, wind, dragon and flower suits. In the Filipino way, we immediately disregard the wind, dragon and flower suits and considered all of them as flower tiles already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In winning the game, we need to complete some sets, namely:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/79776666@N00/59892093/"&gt;&lt;img height="134" alt="Pong" src="http://static.flickr.com/25/59892093_afc81a1a46_m.jpg" width="240" align="right" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pong - is a set of three (3) identical tiles&lt;br /&gt;Kong or kang - is a set of four (4) identical tiles and must be immediately declared.&lt;br /&gt;Chow - is a set of three (3) suited tiles in sequence. Unlike other sets, an exposed Chow may only be declared off the discard of the player on the left.&lt;br /&gt;Eye - it consists of two (2) identical tiles and is the final component to the standard hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are other special sets that would give excitement to the game and these are what we filipinos called "Escalera" and "Seven (7) Pairs".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such game is very famous especially to older people. For our family, it is our way also of spending weekends with coins in replacing the chips and as part of the bet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10275051-113116200018814975?l=princess-em-online.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princess-em-online.blogspot.com/feeds/113116200018814975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10275051&amp;postID=113116200018814975' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10275051/posts/default/113116200018814975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10275051/posts/default/113116200018814975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-em-online.blogspot.com/2005/11/mahjong-classic-game.html' title='Mahjong, A Classic Game'/><author><name>Princess Em</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07347841941739413244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos18.flickr.com/23014408_dab4ec48ff_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10275051.post-113007251846008247</id><published>2005-10-23T20:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-23T21:31:06.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Remembering Raf</title><content type='html'>All Souls Day is nearly coming and one of the special people that is very very close to my heart to remember on this day is my dear nephew, Raf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/79776666@N00/55158149/"&gt;&lt;img height="180" alt="Raf01_lagune03" src="http://static.flickr.com/27/55158149_5c30443167_m.jpg" width="240" align="left" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Rafael Alfonso or simply Raf is the 12th grandchild of the Balinas family. He is the middle child of my sister. He was a special baby and will always be in our hearts. He was born with aneurism which was the reason for him to be taken out of schedule from his mom's stomach and had to be operated to fix his brain. There were more threathening events which we thought he would passed away but God provided us five (5) fruitful years with him. He has touched so many lives not only within our family but to our friends and other people which we do not know also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/79776666@N00/55158147/"&gt;&lt;img height="180" alt="Ate&amp;Raf02" src="http://static.flickr.com/30/55158147_79095284b4_m.jpg" width="240" align="left" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In any family gatherings or out of town and country trips, we made sure he was with us eventhough we knew it would be difficult. Hence, for us, we wanted him to feel how good life is and experience what everyone in the family has.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometime in 2003, God decided to end Raf's life and be with Him. It was painful but we're happy too since finally his ordeal on his condition has finally ended. Also, we knew he was with our Daddy because he died on the 39th day after Daddy died. I believe Daddy waited for Raf before he finally went to our Lord's way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/79776666@N00/55158148/"&gt;&lt;img height="180" alt="em&amp;amp;raf_0103" src="http://static.flickr.com/25/55158148_3c96fa5d23_m.jpg" width="240" align="left" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;To my dear Raf, we missed you so much just like your Lolo. We knew you are an instant angel of the family. Your brothers, Migs and Sandro will always remember and love you as their special brother. I know someday we will be together again in God's plan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10275051-113007251846008247?l=princess-em-online.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princess-em-online.blogspot.com/feeds/113007251846008247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10275051&amp;postID=113007251846008247' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10275051/posts/default/113007251846008247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10275051/posts/default/113007251846008247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-em-online.blogspot.com/2005/10/remembering-raf.html' title='Remembering Raf'/><author><name>Princess Em</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07347841941739413244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos18.flickr.com/23014408_dab4ec48ff_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10275051.post-112938220374559205</id><published>2005-10-15T20:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-15T21:16:43.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bride and Prejudice</title><content type='html'>&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/79776666@N00/52657657/"&gt;&lt;img height="165" alt="bride_and_prejudice_270" src="http://static.flickr.com/33/52657657_e02f00f7b5.jpg" width="270" align="left" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was surfing in Google for Pride and Prejudice when I accidentally typed "Bride and Prejudice". I was surprised because I remembered this movie which I watched in one of my plane trips going to Europe last December 2004. Oh I love this movie since it has a nice plot plus the main male character, Martin Henderson is so handsome ( he looks similar to one of my "special" friends though ;-) ).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To give you an overview of the movie, it is about the Indian family (Bakshi) with four (4) daughters, namely: Jaya (eldest daughter of marriagable age), Lalita (headstrong and smart, portrays by Aishwarya Rai), Maya and Lucky (youngest and who almost married to a wrong guy). They have a new neighbour, Mr. Balraj which Mrs. Bakshi sees this handsome man as a prospective suitor for Jaya. With this kind of idea, Lalita disagrees and is determined to marry for love without the interference of her mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In one of the many social gatherings, Lalita met Will Darcy (Martin Henderson) which happens to be an American hotelier and the bestfriend of Mr. Balraj. Darcy instantly attracted to Lalita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was it a happy ending to Lalita and Will? Well, that's for you to find out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the novel, Pride and Prejudice, there's a conflict between Darcy and Elizabeth which revolves around their social status. But for Bollywood version, cross cultures act as negative barriers between Darcy and Lalita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/79776666@N00/52661694/"&gt;&lt;img height="150" alt="bride_and_prejudice_150" src="http://static.flickr.com/25/52661694_ae0fa949cc_o.jpg" width="150" align="left" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Aishwarya Rai plays the role of Lalita with great versatility. She is one of the famous Bollywood actresses. As my Indian friend said, she is the highest paid model and actress in India. Also, she won the Miss World title last 1994 where Sushmita Sen (another Indian beauty candidate won the Miss Universe title of same year).  Such beautiful and very succesful lass, she is still single.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have read the novel, Pride and Prejudice, you will love this movie too. Like Filipino movies, there's so much entertainment and touch of heart scenes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10275051-112938220374559205?l=princess-em-online.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princess-em-online.blogspot.com/feeds/112938220374559205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10275051&amp;postID=112938220374559205' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10275051/posts/default/112938220374559205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10275051/posts/default/112938220374559205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-em-online.blogspot.com/2005/10/bride-and-prejudice.html' title='Bride and Prejudice'/><author><name>Princess Em</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07347841941739413244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos18.flickr.com/23014408_dab4ec48ff_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10275051.post-112887129197859574</id><published>2005-10-09T22:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-09T23:26:30.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Soccer Game in One Humid Sunday</title><content type='html'>Today is a special day for my nephew Migs since it's his 1st soccer or football tournament with other football schools. As early as 8:00AM, we were already in Brent football field. I thought it was cancelled since it was raining so hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so amazed on how many kids were there to participate. In fact, there were more than 10 football schools from all ages and cultures. To name a few, British School Manila, Alabang Football School, Makati Football School, CSA and Brent School.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me share some of the pictures I took:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/79776666@N00/50791761/"&gt;&lt;img height="180" alt="migs playing" src="http://static.flickr.com/32/50791761_5279e020f6_m.jpg" width="240" align="left" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is the first game with Brent School. Migs team won with 3 goals. I remembered my sister, Tel told me that during registration, she eavesdropped some of the Brent students saying " Oh no, alabang's goona fry us". And it really happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/79776666@N00/50791763/"&gt;&lt;img height="180" alt="Alabang Football School" src="http://static.flickr.com/25/50791763_cc6134d477_m.jpg" width="240" align="right" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is the team of Migs. It was taken after their first game which they won over Brent. It was really hot after a long rain in the morning. Unfortunately, we all got sun burned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/79776666@N00/50791766/"&gt;&lt;img height="180" alt="migs &amp;amp; me" src="http://static.flickr.com/24/50791766_468c66ca1e_m.jpg" width="240" align="left" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Migs and I were resting while waiting for their 2nd game with Xavier School. It was humid and hot. Unfortunately, they lost by 1 goal. I bet kids were tired and hungry too because they haven't eaten their lunch before playing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/79776666@N00/50791769/"&gt;&lt;img height="180" alt="with cranky sandro" src="http://static.flickr.com/30/50791769_3571ed6165_m.jpg" width="240" align="right" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After watching the lost game of Migs' team, Sandro became cranky and kept on crying. I guess he was sleepy too. Nonetheless, my sister made a point to pacify him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, Migs' team did not make it to finals. But one thing I know, all the kids had fun and enjoyed meeting new friends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10275051-112887129197859574?l=princess-em-online.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princess-em-online.blogspot.com/feeds/112887129197859574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10275051&amp;postID=112887129197859574' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10275051/posts/default/112887129197859574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10275051/posts/default/112887129197859574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-em-online.blogspot.com/2005/10/soccer-game-in-one-humid-sunday.html' title='Soccer Game in One Humid Sunday'/><author><name>Princess Em</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07347841941739413244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos18.flickr.com/23014408_dab4ec48ff_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10275051.post-112825831499477424</id><published>2005-10-02T20:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-02T22:45:43.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Special in October</title><content type='html'>October is a special month to some of the people that are close to my heart... my brother MJ, my nephew Sandro, my friends Monti, Vic and Wins and most of all, my dear Daddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me share to you the birthday boys and describe why they are close to my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/79776666@N00/48600927/"&gt;&lt;img height="180" alt="MJ,Mommy" src="http://static.flickr.com/31/48600927_2ed8da2f1a_m.jpg" width="240" align="right" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;1.My Brother MJ. I used to call him "Dobberman" because he was so strict to me and to my sister, Tel when we were in our grade schooldays. Because of him, I turned my back to amplaya, okra and durian. And when he left for Australia, my sister and I celebrated and had party in our house. But now, we are best buddies and I always enjoy my trip in Australia and be with him and his family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/79776666@N00/48600925/"&gt;&lt;img height="180" alt="Suplado Sandro" src="http://static.flickr.com/30/48600925_6379b55dfc_m.jpg" width="240" align="left" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;2. My Nephew Sandro. He is the youngest member of the Balinas family. He is cute and bubbly boy but he turns to be the most stubborn kid in town when he is not in the mood. Only his parents can only control him. Mind you, if he's scolded by his Dad, he never cry or blink his eyes (kaya mo yun?) Well, I still love this rascal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. My college friend Monti. This good looking guy has a good heart and nice to everyone. Very helpful and never forget to greet me on my birthday. Like his wife, Tricia, he is simple and happy person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/79776666@N00/48600924/"&gt;&lt;img height="180" alt="Philip,Vic,Em" src="http://static.flickr.com/33/48600924_2c44ce646e_m.jpg" width="240" align="right" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;4. My ex-officemate Victor. We call him "Papator" as invented by Jason Carlos of Smart. This guy is one of my favorite partners in work when I used to be connected with Datacraft. Because of him, our projects were successful. More so, our clients became our friends too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/79776666@N00/48600926/"&gt;&lt;img height="96" alt="Wins" src="http://static.flickr.com/24/48600926_1ee6a272d1_o.jpg" width="80" align="left" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;5. My client and friend Wins. He works with Smart Communications as the team leader in MVas Group. You will be lucky if he will be your friend. Such a very nice person and loved by everyone. Very helpful too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/79776666@N00/20884224/"&gt;&lt;img height="201" alt="Daddy's darlings" src="http://static.flickr.com/12/20884224_40dc157f61_o.jpg" width="101" align="right" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;6. Lastly, my dear Daddy Joe. He will always be my idol, mentor and most of all, my inspiration. He is the reason why I am successful now in my own little way. He molded me to be a strong-willed, independent and practical person. Hence, one (1) trait I never forget too is to help others when in need. Such strict father but he got the biggest heart and loved by so many people. Missed him so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/79776666@N00/48603129/"&gt;&lt;img height="221" alt="nyssbday" src="http://static.flickr.com/25/48603129_c8ed6672a2_o.gif" width="350" align="center" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have many things to say to each of them but the space is not enough. Nevertheless, HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ALL OF YOU!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10275051-112825831499477424?l=princess-em-online.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princess-em-online.blogspot.com/feeds/112825831499477424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10275051&amp;postID=112825831499477424' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10275051/posts/default/112825831499477424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10275051/posts/default/112825831499477424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-em-online.blogspot.com/2005/10/special-in-october.html' title='Special in October'/><author><name>Princess Em</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07347841941739413244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos18.flickr.com/23014408_dab4ec48ff_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10275051.post-112756631028342765</id><published>2005-09-24T20:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-24T20:51:50.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Nung Ikaw Ay Bata, Nagawa Mo Ba To?"</title><content type='html'>My officemate emailed me this article and I was fascinated of remembering the old times..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*kumakain ka ba ng aratilis?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*nagpipitpit ng gumamela para gawing soapy bubbles na hihipanmo sa binilog na tanggkay ng walis tingting?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*pinipilit ka ba matulog ng nanay mo pag hapon at di ka papayagan maglaro pag di ka natulog?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*marunong ka magpatintero, saksak puso, langit-lupa, teleber-teleber, luksong tinik?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/79776666@N00/46067898/"&gt;&lt;img height="75" alt="Atari2800-2" src="http://static.flickr.com/33/46067898_0c188e3baa_t.jpg" width="100" align="right" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;*malupit ka pag meron kang atari, family computer or nes?&lt;br /&gt;*alam mo ang silbi ng up, up, down, down, left, right, left, right, a, b, a, b, start?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*may mga damit ka na U.S.E.D., Boy London, Cross Colors, Esprit, Blowing Bubbles at pag nakakakita ka ng Bench na damit eh naalala mo si Richard Gomez?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/79776666@N00/46067900/"&gt;&lt;img height="42" alt="v5ready2volt" src="http://static.flickr.com/25/46067900_cf42e91c86_t.jpg" width="100" align="right" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;*addict ka sa rainbow brite, carebears, my little pony, thundercats, bioman, voltes v, mazinger z, daimos, he-man at marami pang cartoons na hindi pa translated sa tagalog?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/79776666@N00/46067899/"&gt;&lt;img height="90" alt="capitaine_shaider" src="http://static.flickr.com/30/46067899_370d281ae8_o.jpg" width="150" align="right" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;*nanonood ka ng shaider kasi nabobosohan mo si annie at type na type mo ang puting panty nya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*marunong ka mag wordstar at nakahawak ka na talaga ng 5.25 na floppy disk?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*inaabangan mo lagi ang batibot at akala mo magkakatuluyan si kuya bodgie at ate sienna...&lt;br /&gt;nung high school ka inaabangan mo lagi beverly hills 90210?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*gumagamit ka ng AQUANET para pataasin ang bangs mo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*meron kang blouse na may padding kung babae ka at meron kang sapatos na mighty kid kung&lt;br /&gt;lalake ka?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*nangongolekta ka ng paper stationaries at mahilig ka magpapirma sa slumbook mo para lang&lt;br /&gt;malaman mo kung sino ang crush ng type mo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*kilala mo si manang bola at ang sitsiritsit girls?e si luning-ning at luging-ging?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*alam mo ibig sabihin ng time space warp at di mo makakalimutan ang time space warp chant?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/79776666@N00/46069535/"&gt;&lt;img height="100" alt="mac2x" src="http://static.flickr.com/29/46069535_4f6cc606d5_t.jpg" width="80" align="right" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;*idol mo si McGyver at nanonood kang perfect strangers?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*eto malupet... six digits! lang ba ang phone number nyo dati?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*nakakatawag ka pa sa pay phone ng 3 bentesingko lang ang dala?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*cute pa si aiza seguerra sa eat bulaga at alam mo ang song na "eh kasi bata"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*inabutan mo ba na ang Magnolia Chocolait eh nasa glass bottle pa na ginagawang lalagyan ng tubig ng nanay mo sa ref?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*meron kang pencil case na maraming compartments na pinagyayabang mo sa mga kaklase mo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*noon mo pa hinahanap kung saan ang Goya Fun Factory?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*alam mo lyrics ng "tinapang bangus" at "alagang-alaga namin si puti"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*alam mo ang kantang "gloria labandera".. lumusong sha sa tubig ang paa ay nabasa at ang "1, 2, 3, asawa ni marie"... hehehehehe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/79776666@N00/46071344/"&gt;&lt;img height="100" alt="barrelroll_sm" src="http://static.flickr.com/29/46071344_a67b097942_t.jpg" width="69" align="right" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;*sosyal ka pag may play-doh ka at Lego... at nag-iipon ka ng G.I. Joe action figures at iba pa&lt;br /&gt;ang mukha ni barbie noon?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*inabutan mo pa yung singkong korteng bulaklak at yung diyes na square?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*lumaki kang bobo dahil ang akala mo nangangagat talaga ang alimango sa kantang tong-tong-tong... diba naninipit yun?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*alam mo yung kwento ng pari na binigyan ng pera yung batang umakyat ng puno para bumili ng panty... and shempre, alam mo rin ba kung ano binigay nya sa nanay nung umakyat ng puno?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*meron kang kabisadong kanta ni andrew e na alam mo hanggang ngayon.. aminin?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*laging lampin ang sinasapin sa likod mo pag pinapawisan ka?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*bumibili ka ng tarzan, texas at bazooka bubble gum... tira-tira, at yung kending bilog na&lt;br /&gt;sinawsaw sa asukal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*kinukupit mo pa at nanonood ka ng mga porno tapes ng tatay mo na nasa BETAMAX format pa... at sanay ka tawagin ang porno as BOLD?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*takot ka dumating ang year 2000 dahil sabi nila magugunaw daw ang mundo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KUNG ALAM MO LAHAT DITO LAGPAS KA NA NG 25 YEARS OLD...&lt;br /&gt;KAPAG HALOS LAHAT LAM MO, NASA 33-35 KA...&lt;br /&gt;WAG KA NA MAG DENY.. TUMAWA KA NA&lt;br /&gt;LANG...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10275051-112756631028342765?l=princess-em-online.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princess-em-online.blogspot.com/feeds/112756631028342765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10275051&amp;postID=112756631028342765' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10275051/posts/default/112756631028342765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10275051/posts/default/112756631028342765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-em-online.blogspot.com/2005/09/nung-ikaw-ay-bata-nagawa-mo-ba-to.html' title='&quot;Nung Ikaw Ay Bata, Nagawa Mo Ba To?&quot;'/><author><name>Princess Em</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07347841941739413244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos18.flickr.com/23014408_dab4ec48ff_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10275051.post-112670385862780922</id><published>2005-09-14T21:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-14T21:34:27.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Proud To Be Dabaweno</title><content type='html'>I was born and raised in Davao City. If you are not familiar with the place, it is located at the southern part of Philippines specifically in the Province Davao del Sur in Mindanao. It covers 244,000 hectares, the world's largest in terms of land area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hometown, Davao City is one of the alluring gateways to our country. Such place is typhoon-free, protected by numbers of mountains (one of those is Mt. Apo, the highest mountain in the country). Being virtually typhoon-free, lightweight clothing is a must.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are two (2) reasons which make it unique: its people and its warm hospitality. Its population is a mix of tribes from all over the archipelago of the country. Hence, the average Dabaweno can easily converse and understand English and it is fluent in Tagalog and Bisaya or Cebuano.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Close to Davao City is Mt. Apo, the country's highest peak and home of the monkey-eating Philippine Eagle which is considered to be an endagered species, and the Waling-waling, a rare orchid with exceptional beauty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Davao has become a booming tourist destination for its exquisite beaches where some were converted to be world-class resorts, premium dive sites in the Gulf, exotic flowers and tropical fruits. Leisure activities include golf and diving while eco-adventure activities include mountain biking and trekking the highlands of Mt. Apo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To highlight some of the tourist spots in Davao, below are the details:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/79776666@N00/43251657/"&gt;&lt;img height="81" alt="Mt-Apo-pic3" src="http://static.flickr.com/25/43251657_a56abc7593_t.jpg" width="100" align="left" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mt. Apo, a tribal god's abode. Tallest peak at 10,311 ft above sea level. Climbing Mt. Apo takes four (4) days. There are many trails so climbers can have different routes so see more of the place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/79776666@N00/43251656/"&gt;&lt;img height="100" alt="Eagle" src="http://static.flickr.com/25/43251656_0ad6791004_t.jpg" width="84" align="right" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Philippine Eagle Nature Center. It is located in Malagos, Calinan and the home of the monkey-eating Philippine Eagle. Such eagle is considered to be the largest eagle, standing to about three and a half feet (3 1/2) and is recognized with its powerful bill, strong legs and claws. More so, this is also a haven for numerous birds, animals and tropical plants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crocodile Park. The only crocodile park in the region provides home to locally bred crocodiles including the country's biggest crocodile named "Pangil" measuring eighteen feet (18 f t) in length. One can take pleasure from viewing, horseback riding around the park or feeding the young fierce reptiles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/79776666@N00/43254350/"&gt;&lt;img height="83" alt="img_eden" src="http://static.flickr.com/33/43254350_e50c541119_o.gif" width="110" align="left" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Eden Mountain Resort. It is known for its cool climate, green forest and natural surroundings overlooking the city and the gulf. Also, it is suitable for camping, nature hiking, horseback riding, and bird watching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/79776666@N00/43251655/"&gt;&lt;img height="159" alt="davao_pearl_farm_resort" src="http://static.flickr.com/30/43251655_beb01f10c1_m.jpg" width="240" align="right" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pearl Farm Beach Resort. A world-class resort lies in a secluded cove in Samal Island off the coast of Davao City. This 11-hectare spread provides houses patterned after the stilt houses of Samal tribes of the Sulu archipelago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/79776666@N00/43250466/"&gt;&lt;img height="81" alt="davaonorte_durian" src="http://static.flickr.com/24/43250466_3cab756897_t.jpg" width="100" align="left" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Davao City is known to produce exotic fruits. One of those is Durian. Many say, it smells like hell but tastes like heaven. Other fruits which I believe which are only be seen in Davao are mangosteen, yellow rambutan and marang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, such place is known for its discipline. City ordinance prohibits smoking inside public utility vehicles, in government offices and some air-conditioned business establishments. Traffic rules and anti-littering laws are strictly enforced. Drug trafficking is a criminal offense punishable by death. Not to mention, on New Year's Eve, guns shots and dangerous fireworks are strictly not allowed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are many other beautiful things I can share about the uniqueness of my hometown. I may have seen other parts of the world but one thing I know, Davao City is still the most beautiful and the best place to live.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10275051-112670385862780922?l=princess-em-online.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princess-em-online.blogspot.com/feeds/112670385862780922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10275051&amp;postID=112670385862780922' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10275051/posts/default/112670385862780922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10275051/posts/default/112670385862780922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-em-online.blogspot.com/2005/09/proud-to-be-dabaweno.html' title='Proud To Be Dabaweno'/><author><name>Princess Em</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07347841941739413244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos18.flickr.com/23014408_dab4ec48ff_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10275051.post-112653155384855978</id><published>2005-09-12T21:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-13T22:48:26.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love for Our Country, Philippines</title><content type='html'>&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/79776666@N00/42691432/"&gt;&lt;img height="54" alt="flag" src="http://static.flickr.com/28/42691432_24ec67b818_t.jpg" width="100" align="left" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our country faces so many problems which little by little our economy is going nowhere but down the ground. More so, politicians are arguing with their respective ideas which we all know they are just pushing their personal interests.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being a Filipino and a true citizen, how can we then help our country? In my own little way, I know I do help our fellow Filipinos as well as our country. Let me share some of my little ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/79776666@N00/42686697/"&gt;&lt;img height="83" alt="Unilever" src="http://static.flickr.com/33/42686697_aca962c9c5_o.gif" width="77" align="left" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;1. If I am in the grocery, I am very meticulous to the things that I buy. I read all the things written at the back of the products and make sure it is made in the Philippines. To give you ideas what are those products, they are from Unilever, Colgate-Palmolive, Lamoiyan, etc. I do not patronize products that do not have manufacturing plants in our country.  Through this, it assures me that the products that I buy give continuous jobs to the Filipinos who work on those plants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/79776666@N00/42686696/"&gt;&lt;img height="105" alt="Bayo" src="http://static.flickr.com/32/42686696_8095ec336f_o.gif" width="137" align="left" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;2. If I am in the mall, I usually buy shirts, pair of pants or any garments from a local store such as Bench, Bayo, Human, etc. Kamiseta is also a local store but I stopped patronizing its stuff since the time they made Natalie Portman their model. We have lots of gorgeous local models to advertise their products. So why do we need to get a foreign celebrity? I just do not understand it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/79776666@N00/42687835/"&gt;&lt;img height="140" alt="Ryan C" src="http://static.flickr.com/25/42687835_46d8df5e3b_m.jpg" width="205" align="left" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;3. If I am in a music store, I buy original OPM CDs. Aside from they have better music, they are much cheaper than the music from foreign artists. Like Ryan Cayabyab, he has proven his talents from the songs he wrote which are well appreciated all over the world. This simply shows how talented our Filipino artists. For the movies, I manage to buy original DVDs too. This is also one way of showing my support to our movie industry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/79776666@N00/42686695/"&gt;&lt;img height="108" alt="Pearl Farm" src="http://static.flickr.com/29/42686695_0e5f104bfa_m.jpg" width="240" align="left" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;4. If I am in a foreign country, may their place be so attractive and more progressive than ours, I still make sure to tell to my new found friends there how beautiful our country is from the white beaches, cheap but pretty things they can buy, exotic foods and fruits and most of all, the very friendly and hospitable Filipino people they will meet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are more ways we can show our love for country may it be little or big. What's important, you should never get tired of expressing it. Through this, you're not only helping our country but you're also a hero.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10275051-112653155384855978?l=princess-em-online.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princess-em-online.blogspot.com/feeds/112653155384855978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10275051&amp;postID=112653155384855978' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10275051/posts/default/112653155384855978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10275051/posts/default/112653155384855978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-em-online.blogspot.com/2005/09/love-for-our-country-philippines.html' title='Love for Our Country, Philippines'/><author><name>Princess Em</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07347841941739413244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos18.flickr.com/23014408_dab4ec48ff_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10275051.post-112601909174514193</id><published>2005-09-06T21:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-10T07:20:27.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Found Friends in Singapore</title><content type='html'>I was in Singapore last week to attend a 3-day security class. Such class was pretty ok but a bit information overloaded but I got no choice but to digest everything mentioned. More so, since we are mix cultures, it was quite difficult to understand most of my classmates. Hence, I learned many new things about security services.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turning the other side of the coin, such trip was also fun since I gained new friends (aside my classmates which come from different parts of the world), I met also filipino friends which were introduced by my ex-client, Oga. Most of them work in AT&amp;amp;T and they seem enjoying their perks and works in Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/79776666@N00/40802251/"&gt;&lt;img height="180" alt="New Friends in Singapore" src="http://static.flickr.com/23/40802251_f178a0473e_m.jpg" width="240" align="left" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; These are my new found friends. Majority are filipinos except the guy in stripes (he's a hongki). From left: Mark, Che, Bong, Mwuah, Oga, Andy and my fellow IBMer Pinky. This was our second bar hop. Drinks are very expensive, roughly Php 400 per bottle. That's why I always comment after finishing a bottle of beer, I'm drunk already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/79776666@N00/40802249/"&gt;&lt;img height="180" alt="Singapore in Bugis Mall" src="http://static.flickr.com/23/40802249_d72d6814e0_m.jpg" width="240" align="right" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This solo picture of mine was taken in Bugis Mall by my friend Oga. I was attracted by the flowers and amazed on how expensive they are in Singapore. But they are really gorgeous. My officemate, Pinky was nowhere to be found, busy looking for stuff to buy in the mall. All I can say, she's a shopaholic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/79776666@N00/40802254/"&gt;&lt;img height="180" alt="IBM friends in Singapore" src="http://static.flickr.com/32/40802254_32eba16a2d_m.jpg" width="240" align="left" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lastly, these are some of my classmates. They are also from IBM from different countries, US, Malaysia, Taiwan, Hongkong, Japan, India, Australia, China, etc. We ate in a seafood resto called No Sign Board. They had great crabs, prawns and fishes...really yummy but I got rashes too since I'm allergic to seafoods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope we'll have another out of country training for me to learn more and definitely find new friends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10275051-112601909174514193?l=princess-em-online.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princess-em-online.blogspot.com/feeds/112601909174514193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10275051&amp;postID=112601909174514193' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10275051/posts/default/112601909174514193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10275051/posts/default/112601909174514193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-em-online.blogspot.com/2005/09/new-found-friends-in-singapore.html' title='New Found Friends in Singapore'/><author><name>Princess Em</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07347841941739413244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos18.flickr.com/23014408_dab4ec48ff_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10275051.post-112351531799782764</id><published>2005-08-08T23:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-08T23:53:48.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Besfren</title><content type='html'>Happy Birthday Besfren!!! And I missed you so much.... And how I wish I am there in NJ celebrating with you the special day of yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/79776666@N00/32298108/"&gt;&lt;img height="180" alt="W/ Besfren in NY" src="http://photos22.flickr.com/32298108_161a2fd8ac_m.jpg" width="240" align="left" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My besfren, Adrion is a friend of mine since memorial time...not really too long but we've been friends for more than 12 years already. Together with our college friends, we've been buddies through thick and thin, ups and downs, happy and sad moments. Of course, he was my ever protector and shielded me from all bad auras including my ex-boyfriend (ooopsss)..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he decided to move to US, it was one of my lonely moments because I no longer have a buddy to share with my successes and failures. Nevertheless, losing my buddy for a moment, I met new friends who are almost like him. However, my besfren is very unique and he will always be my besfren.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/79776666@N00/32296439/"&gt;&lt;img height="240" alt="IMG_0501" src="http://photos22.flickr.com/32296439_516d4d7452_m.jpg" width="180" align="right" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Last year, I decided to visit him and frankly, it was one of my happiest moments in US. We would always reminisce the past and laughed on how immature and stupid we were. Nevertheless, my short stay with them developed a closer relationship especially to his wife, Riza and my playmate, Principe Matt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my buddy and besfren, wishing you all the best, peace of mind and happiness. Just stay as you are because your presence has always been the light of the group. Lastly, I thank God for giving me a friend like you, my protector, my defender, my brother and most of all, my Besfren.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10275051-112351531799782764?l=princess-em-online.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princess-em-online.blogspot.com/feeds/112351531799782764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10275051&amp;postID=112351531799782764' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10275051/posts/default/112351531799782764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10275051/posts/default/112351531799782764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-em-online.blogspot.com/2005/08/happy-birthday-besfren.html' title='Happy Birthday Besfren'/><author><name>Princess Em</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07347841941739413244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos18.flickr.com/23014408_dab4ec48ff_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10275051.post-112342387892258792</id><published>2005-08-07T22:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-07T22:29:51.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Second Time To Spinal Alignment Therapy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/79776666@N00/31943741/"&gt;&lt;img height="100" alt="Spinal" src="http://photos21.flickr.com/31943741_25ccc5efb6_t.jpg" width="63" align="right" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;I went again to Biosafe for my second session of my spinal alignment last Saturday. When I woke up that day, it made me worry again and thought of the difficulties I will eventually experience with my therapist, Gil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was fetched by my officemate, Jyobbs since he also has an appointment. As we were on Edsa and raining so hard, I was starting to get nervous... really nervous because I knew then it will be painful just like my first session.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we arrived Biosafe, hence I got no choice to back-out and saw my therapist giving my gown.. huhuhu, my day starts to doom then. Again, I was standing in front of a mirror and swinging my leg front and back whil Gil is aligning my spinal bones one at a time. It was really painful and I was crying especially when he was touching and pushing the lower and middle part of my back bone. Those were T1, T12, T13 and the whole lower part. Perhaps such pains were the reasons why I have problems on my small and large intestines, kidney, liver and most of all, my colon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My session lasted 2 1/2 hours and made my back so painful. But I know, it corrected my spinal backbone but not perfect yet since I still have 2 more sessions according to my therapist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, inspite of all the painful sessions I experienced, I will still pursue to finish it to fully correct my spinal. It will be better to have pains now than it will be too late. As what we normally hear to health buff people, NO PAIN NO GAIN.. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10275051-112342387892258792?l=princess-em-online.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princess-em-online.blogspot.com/feeds/112342387892258792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10275051&amp;postID=112342387892258792' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10275051/posts/default/112342387892258792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10275051/posts/default/112342387892258792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-em-online.blogspot.com/2005/08/second-time-to-spinal-alignment.html' title='Second Time To Spinal Alignment Therapy'/><author><name>Princess Em</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07347841941739413244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos18.flickr.com/23014408_dab4ec48ff_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10275051.post-112225232586293269</id><published>2005-08-07T12:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-07T14:13:56.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally, A Younger Sister</title><content type='html'>&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/79776666@N00/28326285/"&gt;&lt;img height="180" alt="Abigail" src="http://photos21.flickr.com/28326285_0e59d8efa9_m.jpg" width="240" align="left" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ooowweee! I am proud to introduce my younger sister, Abigail. Isn't she pretty and has nice smile like me? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abigail or Joy as I fondly call her is the darling of my gorgeous friend, Rose who now resides in Florida, USA. Initially, you would find her shy and seldom mingle with us. But when I visited them last Christmas'04 and we did share same room, we developed a sisterly bond. Every night, we would talked until wee hours where her mom complained every single morning during our breakfast. Nevertheless, both of us found the key to the missing part of our system which is to have a sister. For me, I may have an older sister but I was still longing to have younger sibling since I was a kid. For Joy, she's an only child and hoping to have a sibling too. With my short stay with them, Joy and I became best of friends...more so, sisters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/79776666@N00/31867017/"&gt;&lt;img height="180" alt="Xmas in Florida" src="http://photos21.flickr.com/31867017_54feb330dc_m.jpg" width="240" align="right" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Currently, Joy is taking up BS Pharmacy in one of the prestigious universities in Florida and I believe she's an A-1 student too like her sister ;) (minus the naughty things I did during my school days). Looking at the picture on the right side, with me are my sister Joy, mamoo Rose and mother Malou. This was taken last Christmas Day after we opened our gifts. Hence, mamoo Rose really knows my weakness. They gave me a Victoria Secret night-lingerie (and it is really sexy).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Joy, enjoy life to the fullest but prioritize first your studies because with a college diploma, definitely, you will go places. You will always be my sister, through thick and thin...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10275051-112225232586293269?l=princess-em-online.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princess-em-online.blogspot.com/feeds/112225232586293269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10275051&amp;postID=112225232586293269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10275051/posts/default/112225232586293269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10275051/posts/default/112225232586293269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-em-online.blogspot.com/2005/08/finally-younger-sister.html' title='Finally, A Younger Sister'/><author><name>Princess Em</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07347841941739413244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos18.flickr.com/23014408_dab4ec48ff_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10275051.post-112321258840817852</id><published>2005-08-04T23:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-05T17:46:28.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Believing in Guardian Angel(s)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/79776666@N00/31402268/"&gt;&lt;img height="166" alt="Angels" src="http://photos21.flickr.com/31402268_a1f16f068f_m.jpg" width="240" align="right" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;I grew up with the belief that every soul has a twin guardian angel. This may be defined by our religious church or by old people's beliefs. Hence, it is greatly expressed to us that each one from his birth an angel commissioned to guard him. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Typically, we picture angels as people with beautiful faces with white wings behind them, may they may be cherubs, kids or matured angels. They always follow us to guard and protect from all harms we encounter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was in my younger years, I have this thinking my angel is always beside me and she's older than me. Not to forget to always include her in my simple prayers not to get tired of guarding and protecting me. But as I grew older, things about them turned into different perspectives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there really angel in our world? Do they really exist?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me, angels really exist and they are in all forms in whatever you can imagine. They don't have to be invisible to us with wings at their back. I believe that I got lots of angels and they are my friends, love ones who may still be alive or have passed away, mentors and lastly, the angel that lives inside us, our conscience. Others say, there are also angels that are not like us who live in other dimension.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever these angels look like, one person has to believe that there is really angel around us. Just listen to your conscience, hence you're having conversation already to your angel.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(p.s. Aside from people I considered to be my angels, I have 3 more angels where I just feel their presence. Try to imagine that huh..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10275051-112321258840817852?l=princess-em-online.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princess-em-online.blogspot.com/feeds/112321258840817852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10275051&amp;postID=112321258840817852' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10275051/posts/default/112321258840817852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10275051/posts/default/112321258840817852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-em-online.blogspot.com/2005/08/believing-in-guardian-angels.html' title='Believing in Guardian Angel(s)'/><author><name>Princess Em</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07347841941739413244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos18.flickr.com/23014408_dab4ec48ff_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10275051.post-112278699111598762</id><published>2005-07-31T12:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-31T13:40:20.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Balinas Family, My Family</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"The family that prays together, stays together."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/79776666@N00/29858436/"&gt;&lt;img height="144" alt="Balinas Children" src="http://photos22.flickr.com/29858436_fd28cf83bf_m.jpg" width="240" align="center" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;My family is no perfect but almost perfect&lt;br /&gt;My family is not rich financially&lt;br /&gt;But richer in laughter, joys and love&lt;br /&gt;My family is no popular&lt;br /&gt;But famous in simple things we have done&lt;br /&gt;To make other people lives better&lt;br /&gt;My family may not be together at all times&lt;br /&gt;But has one beat in hearts&lt;br /&gt;Thank God to have a family like mine&lt;br /&gt;Thank God to have parents like mine&lt;br /&gt;And thank God to be part of this family ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/79776666@N00/29862766/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;img height="180" alt="Family" src="http://photos21.flickr.com/29862766_6da2f0552a_m.jpg" width="240" align="center" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#330033;"&gt;(copied from my old handwritten journal)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10275051-112278699111598762?l=princess-em-online.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princess-em-online.blogspot.com/feeds/112278699111598762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10275051&amp;postID=112278699111598762' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10275051/posts/default/112278699111598762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10275051/posts/default/112278699111598762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-em-online.blogspot.com/2005/07/balinas-family-my-family.html' title='Balinas Family, My Family'/><author><name>Princess Em</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07347841941739413244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos18.flickr.com/23014408_dab4ec48ff_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10275051.post-112268567552904365</id><published>2005-07-30T09:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-30T09:21:40.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Path Called Crossroad</title><content type='html'>&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/79776666@N00/29563696/"&gt;&lt;img height="180" alt="Florida" src="http://photos23.flickr.com/29563696_e5c91ba143_m.jpg" width="240" align="left" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Everyone of us encounter certains paths in our lives and one of those is a crossroad. With this, it's us who decide which road to choose since it lies on it your future then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since the time I lived separately with my parents, I have been in crossroads several times. I have been deciding for myself at an early age of twelve (12). Hence, many decisions I made before were truly wrong but they made me stronger, better and wiser person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently, I am indeed in the path called crossroad again. Looking on this, which road would I choose? Before, all my decisions always considered my family's conditions. Regardless if I need to sacrifice my wants, what was important then was the happines of my family. But I guess, I need to find happiness for myself by now. By having conversations with my close and trusted friends and seeking for their advises, things get more complicated and I am experiencing confusion. Perhaps, what I need more now is to reflect and ask myself instead what I would like to happen in my life and the picture of the future I want to achieve. Regardless what others may say or comments, what matters, such decision should make me happy, may it be simple or not. Above all, He will always guide me to whatever road I may choose.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10275051-112268567552904365?l=princess-em-online.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princess-em-online.blogspot.com/feeds/112268567552904365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10275051&amp;postID=112268567552904365' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10275051/posts/default/112268567552904365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10275051/posts/default/112268567552904365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-em-online.blogspot.com/2005/07/path-called-crossroad.html' title='A Path Called Crossroad'/><author><name>Princess Em</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07347841941739413244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos18.flickr.com/23014408_dab4ec48ff_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10275051.post-112229063877002170</id><published>2005-07-25T18:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-25T20:05:56.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If Only, the Movie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/79776666@N00/28443731/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos23.flickr.com/28443731_7f83c141ce_m.jpg" alt="Jennifer Love Hewitt" align="left" height="219" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 80%; letter-spacing: -6px;font-family:Georgia;font-size:56;color:aquamarine;"   &gt;H&lt;/span&gt; e loved her like there was no more tomorrow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie tells the story of a young American musician, Sam (Jennifer Love Hewitt) who lives in London with her British boyfriend, Ian (Paul Nicholls) who may be too involved with his work to really pay attention to what is going on in Sam's life. After having an argument, Sam had an auto accident which leaves her boyfriend in pieces... until he is given a second chance to relive the day and make the most to change everything in the right way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Essentially, the movie gives us a lesson not to take for granted every second you have in relationship because you will never know when it would be taken away from you and how all your actions have tremendous meaning to you and to your beloved one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Normally, I seldom admire romantic stories because they usually have predictive happy endings. With this movie, there was a twist at the end of it and the plot is such unique because it shows the softness and romantic side of the guy. Also, it's a thrilling way for a guy of expressing his love and appreciation to his love one. It's a shame to say but I cried watching the movie...it has so many emotions and is really touching .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The film is really touching and has some of the most beautiful scenery you will ever see of the English countryside in the second half of the film, in which you will follow the couple as they relive the day that changed their lives.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10275051-112229063877002170?l=princess-em-online.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princess-em-online.blogspot.com/feeds/112229063877002170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10275051&amp;postID=112229063877002170' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10275051/posts/default/112229063877002170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10275051/posts/default/112229063877002170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-em-online.blogspot.com/2005/07/if-only-movie.html' title='If Only, the Movie'/><author><name>Princess Em</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07347841941739413244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos18.flickr.com/23014408_dab4ec48ff_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10275051.post-112203297178364515</id><published>2005-07-22T19:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-22T19:57:21.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Before and Now Faces</title><content type='html'>&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/79776666@N00/27748715/"&gt;&lt;img height="240" alt="Little Em" src="http://photos22.flickr.com/27748715_9af0c89ca2_m.jpg" width="180" align="left" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/79776666@N00/23014408/"&gt;&lt;img height="240" alt="Emily_ibm" src="http://photos18.flickr.com/23014408_dab4ec48ff_m.jpg" width="152" align="right" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you ashamed of your looks when you were on your younger years? Me, definitely not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time I look on my pictures from our old family photo albums, I am still amaze on how much great change I have on my looks. From a botton nose to a quite nice and bumpy one, from two (2) big round eyes to chinky ones, and from short and wavy hair to long but still wavy. However, there are still some familiar features which never change such as my dimples and ever noticed little ears which both I inherited from my Daddy. Not to mention, my well-formed eyebrows which I got from my Mommy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I accidentally saw my old picture in one of my boxes filled with memories. Too much awes in reminiscing the time this picture was taken. I remembered this was during my sister's kindergarten graduation in Assumption, Davao and I was only 3 years old then. Well, I may not be that typical kid where an adult would drool over because I wasn't really that cute. But mind you, thanks to my dimples where everyone noticed and greeted me of how nice I do have them. Huh! Not all kids do have those features. God is really good to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you see the comparison of Princess Em, the before and now faces. You may have different views but those attached pictures are really me, the Princess Em. I may look ugly duckling transformed to a swan or vice versa... whatever your opinions are, I am still a princess in my own little kingdom.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10275051-112203297178364515?l=princess-em-online.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princess-em-online.blogspot.com/feeds/112203297178364515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10275051&amp;postID=112203297178364515' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10275051/posts/default/112203297178364515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10275051/posts/default/112203297178364515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-em-online.blogspot.com/2005/07/before-and-now-faces.html' title='Before and Now Faces'/><author><name>Princess Em</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07347841941739413244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos18.flickr.com/23014408_dab4ec48ff_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10275051.post-112195101584163446</id><published>2005-07-21T21:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-22T10:41:29.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'>" Mataray "</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal; LINE-HEIGHT: 80%; LETTER-SPACING: -6pxcolor:aquamarine;" &gt;A&lt;/span&gt;ko daw ay mataray&lt;br /&gt;Kung kaya't ang ibang tao'y di mapalagay&lt;br /&gt;Kung ako ay makita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal; LINE-HEIGHT: 80%; LETTER-SPACING: -6pxcolor:aquamarine;" &gt;D&lt;/span&gt;i ko naman sinasadya&lt;br /&gt;Kung ako'y minsa'y mataray&lt;br /&gt;Kung ikaw ba naman may kausap&lt;br /&gt;Isang taong lalangay-langay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal; LINE-HEIGHT: 80%; LETTER-SPACING: -6pxcolor:aquamarine;" &gt;P&lt;/span&gt;ero kung ako'y talagang iyong kakilala&lt;br /&gt;Ako'y di naman mataray&lt;br /&gt;Ako din naman ay may pusong mamon&lt;br /&gt;Kasing lambot ng cotton.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal; LINE-HEIGHT: 80%; LETTER-SPACING: -6pxcolor:aquamarine;" &gt;A&lt;/span&gt;ng katarayan ko ang siya'y lamang panlabas&lt;br /&gt;Upang ako'y di tapak-tapakan&lt;br /&gt;Ng mga taong walang alam&lt;br /&gt;Kundi ang magmayabang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(copied from my old handwritten journal)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10275051-112195101584163446?l=princess-em-online.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princess-em-online.blogspot.com/feeds/112195101584163446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10275051&amp;postID=112195101584163446' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10275051/posts/default/112195101584163446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10275051/posts/default/112195101584163446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-em-online.blogspot.com/2005/07/mataray.html' title='&quot; Mataray &quot;'/><author><name>Princess Em</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07347841941739413244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos18.flickr.com/23014408_dab4ec48ff_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10275051.post-112152543779067452</id><published>2005-07-16T21:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-16T22:50:37.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spinal Alignment Therapy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/880/787/1600/150px-Spinal_column_curvature.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/880/787/320/150px-Spinal_column_curvature.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I visited a health center located in Quezon City where it practices the eastern way of medicine. Such visit was highly influenced by a friend of mine who like me has quite a number of body aches which according to the hospital doctors, I am perfectly normal. But I am not.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After series of communications with the doctor, Spinal Alignment was introduced to me as a first step in dealing with my body problems before doing the cleansing and healing/preventing the body problems.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Spinal Alignment is a technology to correct the structure of our spinal cord. Backbone of our body is very important because it is where the blood flows as well as nerves are connected and dependent. Should there would be a bone misalignment, then there's an effect already to the flow of the blood to the nerves then to the functions of the internal organs.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My session to correct my spinal posture was the most tortured therapy I ever had. It just made sense because I realized I have several problems which needs to be corrected such as my kidney, lungs, lower back pains and most of all, my colon. At first, my therapist gave me a 101 crash course on body structure and how our spinal backbone connects everything from head to toes including the differect body organs. Then he started massaging and analyzing my backbone. Most of the time, I was standing where he pushed each misaligned bone at my back while I swang back and forth my leg (alternately my left or right leg). He told me my pelvic bone on both sides were quite dislocated as well as the lower and middle back bones where my kidney and lungs were connected. I could not explain the pain I experienced during my therapy. I know I have high threshold on pain but on this therapy, I can't control my tears to fall because of too much pain I felt. Hence, after 2 1/2 hours with tears of doing the things instructed by my therapist, my whole back was full of pain but I know my spinal posture was eventually corrected and that's the only thing that made me happy. Hence, there are follow-up exercises that I need to do on my own to fully gain the proper spinal posture. After 10 days, I have again a spinal alignment therapy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;There are other technologies in the market to fix body bone misalignment such as acupuncture, chiropractic, etc. But at the end of the day, what is important, you should know first what your body is complaining and how you would like to address it. With this, seek for a person whom you think you can trust to fix it, may it be the western or eastern way..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10275051-112152543779067452?l=princess-em-online.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princess-em-online.blogspot.com/feeds/112152543779067452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10275051&amp;postID=112152543779067452' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10275051/posts/default/112152543779067452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10275051/posts/default/112152543779067452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-em-online.blogspot.com/2005/07/spinal-alignment-therapy.html' title='Spinal Alignment Therapy'/><author><name>Princess Em</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07347841941739413244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos18.flickr.com/23014408_dab4ec48ff_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10275051.post-112141200743765697</id><published>2005-07-16T20:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-16T20:41:54.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Here Comes Harry Potter.. Again</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/880/787/1600/magical.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/880/787/320/magical.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Magical World of Harry Potter has been opened again with another book entitled "Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince". Everyone is so curious on what would be story of this. Would it be with same exciting story and plots as the previous books?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Here are some of the verified facts about the book six :&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;The HBP (half -blood prince) is not Harry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;The link between The Chamber of Secrets and Half-Blood Prince relates to discovery Harry made in 'Chamber' that foreshadows something that he finds out in 'Prince'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Tom Riddle is not the Half-Blood Prince (he is Voldemort)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;More characters will die in book six&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;There will be a new character named McClaggan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Dudley Dursley is not the Half-Blood Prince (..duh..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;We'll find out more about Peter Pettigrew and what happened to him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Harry will tell his nearest and dearest about the prophecy when he's ready&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Muggles are noticing more and more odd happenings now that Voldemort has returned&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;We will find out more about the circumstances of Voldemort's birth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Hermione and Draco will not date (..duh..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;We'll see more of Narcissa Malfoy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;We'll find out more about the relationship between Snape and Sirius in their Hogwarts days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Harry won't go back together with Cho Chang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;We will find out more about Gwap, the giant (half brother of Hagrid)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;There will be new Minister of Magic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Arthur Weasley is not the Minister of Magic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Harry won't stay with the Dursleys in all summer; in fact, he will have his shortest stay yet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;And the wizarding world is really at war again, and Harry has to master his own feelings to make himself usefu&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;l&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/880/787/1600/0439784549.01.TZZZZZZZ[1]2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/880/787/400/0439784549.01.TZZZZZZZ%5B1%5D1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Mary GrandPe is the genius artist of the cover art of the book. Hence, she drew also the illustrations inside that precede each chapter of it. She did also the first five Harry Potter books cover art published by Scholastics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Such book's release date is July 16, 2005 worldwide with 672 pages (US edition) and 608 (U.K. edition) with 10.8 million copies (US). Like the five Harry Potter books, everyone expects this will be again a best selling novel of our time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10275051-112141200743765697?l=princess-em-online.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princess-em-online.blogspot.com/feeds/112141200743765697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10275051&amp;postID=112141200743765697' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10275051/posts/default/112141200743765697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10275051/posts/default/112141200743765697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-em-online.blogspot.com/2005/07/here-comes-harry-potter-again.html' title='Here Comes Harry Potter.. Again'/><author><name>Princess Em</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07347841941739413244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos18.flickr.com/23014408_dab4ec48ff_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10275051.post-112125892845659914</id><published>2005-07-13T22:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-15T07:26:27.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meet My Blog Girlfriends</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;essagirl and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;F&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;isherpau are my two (2) blog friends whom I consistently communicate and update comments on each blog we post. Also, they are my ex-officemates and continue to be good friends and through blogger, we become closer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/880/787/1600/TTI_Feb2005%200211.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/880/787/200/TTI_Feb2005%20021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dessagirl is one of the sweetest and charming girls I have met. Also, she is such a fashionista where her choices were the things I never thought I would eventually appreciate. With her tweetum and funky colors like baby pink and purple which you would seldom see in my closet are her favorites while mine are the basic and formal colors like white, blue and black. Adding more, she loves to collect kids stuffs like power puff girls and bratz stuffs which you would never see in my place. I thought we would never be friends because of the differences on the things we individually enjoy to have but then opposite really attracts. Hence, she taught me to be a "kid" again and appreciate simple things with beautiful and dainty colors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/880/787/1600/TTI_Feb2005%200221.jpg"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/880/787/200/TTI_Feb2005%20022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;Too much of Dessagirl, what can I say now to Fisherpau? With this lady, she is one of the intelligent people which I love to be with. Not to forget, she is very articulate too. Many thought she is difficult to be with because of the way she communicate (simply because she talks most of the time in english). But mind you, she is very simple and humble, not to mention, very helpful too (whatever it takes). And I am proud to say, she is and will always be my blog guru because she diligently taught me on how to have a blog web and make it quite creative. (However, it was Wats0n, another blog friend of mine who introduced the 'blog" in my system). Above all, she may not be physically sexy but because of her gigantic and romantic heart, her aura shines in her to be a sexy one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are so many things I can share about these two (2) girlfriends of mine but to sum them all, they are my precious friends worth to have for life. I am very lucky to have them and will always cherish the things we share. I thank God for giving me friends like them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;(well, oks ba ang mga sinabi ko sa inyo?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.blogger.com/&lt;a%20href="&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10275051-112125892845659914?l=princess-em-online.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princess-em-online.blogspot.com/feeds/112125892845659914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10275051&amp;postID=112125892845659914' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10275051/posts/default/112125892845659914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10275051/posts/default/112125892845659914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-em-online.blogspot.com/2005/07/meet-my-blog-girlfriends.html' title='Meet My Blog Girlfriends'/><author><name>Princess Em</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07347841941739413244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos18.flickr.com/23014408_dab4ec48ff_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10275051.post-112096237950624455</id><published>2005-07-10T10:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-10T10:33:31.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Woman' Heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/880/787/1600/girlwith.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/880/787/200/girlwith.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;" &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;T&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;he key to a woman's heart is through an unexpected gift in an unexpected time.&lt;/em&gt; " &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-- from the movie, Finding Forrester, dialogue of Sean Connery&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;fully agreed when I heard this dialogue in the movie that I watched in one of my lazy Saturdays. It all sounds so true to a woman like me. Come to think of it, such statement came from a man's point of view.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Woman always want surprises that make her heart lift even mind. It will always be a fact that woman will always be different to man. Being a true woman in heart is something that even gays can never imitate. God must have done it purposely.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I copied this in one of my old journals still in handwritten)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10275051-112096237950624455?l=princess-em-online.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princess-em-online.blogspot.com/feeds/112096237950624455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10275051&amp;postID=112096237950624455' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10275051/posts/default/112096237950624455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10275051/posts/default/112096237950624455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-em-online.blogspot.com/2005/07/woman-heart.html' title='Woman&apos; Heart'/><author><name>Princess Em</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07347841941739413244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos18.flickr.com/23014408_dab4ec48ff_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10275051.post-112040322591003095</id><published>2005-07-04T00:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-04T00:24:12.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Great Works from Great Author</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/880/787/1600/left2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/880/787/200/left1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;an Brown is the author of the numerous best selling novels namely, Angels &amp; Demons, Deception Point, Digital Fortress and not to forget the famous and controversial, The Da Vinci Code.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To give you an overview of this talented author, he is a graduate of Amherst College and Phillips Exeter Academy, where he spent as an English teacher before turning into a full time writer. Mind you, his first work was not the famous The Da Vinci Code, instead the Digital Fortess. Such novel became a #1 best selling eBook. Hence, this was followed by Deception Point which also touches issues on national security, morality of politics as well as classified technology.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/880/787/1600/angels_and_demons_tn_on.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/880/787/200/angels_and_demons_tn_on.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aside from being a son of a math professor and professional sacred musician, Brown has been highly influenced by philosophies of science and religion. With these perspectives, these served as an inpiration for his highly acclaimed novel Angels and Demons - science vs. religion thriller where the protagonist, Robert Langdon, a Harvard professor of iconography and religious art is solving a crime set in Swiss physics laboratory, hence saving the Vatican City.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/880/787/1600/davinci_tn_on5.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/880/787/200/davinci_tn_on5.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another person who greatly influenced Brown is his wife Blythe who is a historian and painter. They collaborated on his researches and frequent research trips in Paris where they spent time in the Louvre for his thriller, The Da Vinci Code. This novel achieved numerous success simultaneously topping bestseller lists in New York Times, Wall Street Journal, Publishers Week and San Francisco Journal. More so, it is now being adapted for film by Columbia Pictures where Tom Hanks portrays Robert Langdon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having four (4) great works, his followers are definitely waiting for the next one which will surely be another best selling novel of our time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10275051-112040322591003095?l=princess-em-online.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princess-em-online.blogspot.com/feeds/112040322591003095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10275051&amp;postID=112040322591003095' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10275051/posts/default/112040322591003095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10275051/posts/default/112040322591003095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-em-online.blogspot.com/2005/07/great-works-from-great-author.html' title='Great Works from Great Author'/><author><name>Princess Em</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07347841941739413244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos18.flickr.com/23014408_dab4ec48ff_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10275051.post-112038985156755107</id><published>2005-07-03T18:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-03T21:21:51.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Special Day Such As Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/880/787/1600/SO01938_.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/880/787/320/SO01938_.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Month of July is special to me because it's my "birthday" month. Well I'm not gonna reveal the exact day but to share a little clue, I'm a leo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I was little, my parents always wanted to celebrate my birthday but as far as I can remember, I was always sick during those times.  That's why I don't have much pictures of my birthday parties coz it's always cancelled and they were only celebrated with my siblings and house helpers instead. Poor me, the only picture I had was when I was nine (9) years old which I believe was my last birthday party as a kid. Well, that time I wasn't sick then and I invited my friends from school and ballet.  It was really fun because of the games, gifts and so much food especially the nice birthday cake with candles to blow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Years passed and I was separated to my parents, I no longer celebrate my birthday. But my good friends from college as well as work were kind to celebrate my special days at their expense. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few weeks from now, it's my birthday again. How will I celebrate it? Who will be the generous group to organize and sponsor it? Honestly, I am not looking forward to it. Simply, I just want to be with my sister and her family and eat in a fine restaurant (charge to me definitely). It would be better if my Mom's around but I know it is not possible because she's scheduled to fly to Manila a month after. But mostly, I thank God for giving me another year the chance to enjoy life and be with my family and good friends. Before I forget, I want to take this opportunity to thank my friends for remembering my special days and for kind enough to sponsor them. I guess I'm one lucky gal to have you as my friends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10275051-112038985156755107?l=princess-em-online.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princess-em-online.blogspot.com/feeds/112038985156755107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10275051&amp;postID=112038985156755107' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10275051/posts/default/112038985156755107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10275051/posts/default/112038985156755107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-em-online.blogspot.com/2005/07/special-day-such-as-birthday.html' title='A Special Day Such As Birthday'/><author><name>Princess Em</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07347841941739413244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos18.flickr.com/23014408_dab4ec48ff_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10275051.post-112014117172413774</id><published>2005-06-30T21:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-30T22:21:35.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Lionel</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/880/787/1600/Lionel%20001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/880/787/200/Lionel%20001.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Isn't he's cute? This write-up may look so childish but I am just so fascinated to my new companion in my pad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Ate and I were in a mall one Saturday, just strolling and looking for some things we don't know what we really want to buy. We passed a store named Tickles and wola.. I saw Lionel with the rest of the animal stuff toys. He was looking at me and saw him that he's the only lion on that section. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you can remember, I wrote before that my favorite animal is a lion and I used to have lots of lion toys before. Seeing Lionel as the only lion that time, I just grabbed him as if he's telling me, "please bring me home now". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since the time I bought him, I no longer feel lonely whenever I go home (well, my padmate always arrive very late).  Seeing Lionel sitting at the center of my bed facing the entrance of the pad, I sometimes tend to smile seeing him. This sounds quite crazy but Lionel brought a different aura in my pad for the reason he always accompany me and having myself the feeling again of being a childlike.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10275051-112014117172413774?l=princess-em-online.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princess-em-online.blogspot.com/feeds/112014117172413774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10275051&amp;postID=112014117172413774' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10275051/posts/default/112014117172413774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10275051/posts/default/112014117172413774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-em-online.blogspot.com/2005/06/my-lionel.html' title='My Lionel'/><author><name>Princess Em</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07347841941739413244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos18.flickr.com/23014408_dab4ec48ff_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10275051.post-111996011467703618</id><published>2005-06-28T19:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-28T20:05:59.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Am Sorry ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/880/787/1600/Front1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/880/787/200/Front1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;P&lt;/strong&gt;resident GMA made statement yesterday to put a period on the wiretapped phone conversations scandal.  Three (3) strong words "&lt;strong&gt;I Am Sorry&lt;/strong&gt;" were stressed out by Mrs. Arroyo which so many reactions popped out from all walks of life. Some said it made her more credible because of her honesty and give herself now no room for mistakes. Others however reacted negatively stating they may have forgiven her but she still has to face charges and they don't believe that she was sincere in asking forgiveness to the people.  With these, they really want her to resign from her position.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oppositions aggressively pushed the said scandal to get the attention of the filipino people and achieved their goal to oust Mrs. Arroyo from her position being the president of the country. This had been led by the former presidential candidate, Sen. Panfilo Lacson. After the president's statement, some of the administration's officers are also suggesting her to resign too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things happening now in the country are quite scary and greatly affect our economy. Wiretapped scandal is just one of the negative things which opposition are really making a big news but there are so much problems which need to be addressed. With the President's decision to confirm on the wiretapping scandal, it made everything worse. Generally, what we really need now is to help each other and focus on the improvement of our country. It may sound difficult to have such kind political environment but that's the only solution for us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10275051-111996011467703618?l=princess-em-online.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princess-em-online.blogspot.com/feeds/111996011467703618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10275051&amp;postID=111996011467703618' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10275051/posts/default/111996011467703618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10275051/posts/default/111996011467703618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-em-online.blogspot.com/2005/06/i-am-sorry.html' title='I Am Sorry ...'/><author><name>Princess Em</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07347841941739413244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos18.flickr.com/23014408_dab4ec48ff_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10275051.post-111978063877314949</id><published>2005-06-26T18:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-27T22:44:37.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Should Men Cry In Public?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/79776666@N00/21616583/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos17.flickr.com/21616583_8cd6076772_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/79776666@N00/21616583/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/79776666@N00/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I was watching a Sunday talk show where an actor was interviewed. After series of sentimental questions, actor began to cry where million of filipino televiewers witnessed it. He seemed crying with natural feelings and no sort of acting ingredients on it. But then I asked myself, "Should men cry in public?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crying is a natural way of releasing one's feelings and emotions. Scientifically, it prevents heart ailments simply because it releases the tensions inside your body. But again, "Should men cry in public?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personally, I grew up surrounded by men in the family and everytime a brother of mine cries, my Daddy always scolded him not to cry in public. It marked in my mind then that men should not cry in public... they can cry...only privately. Even my sister and I were not allowed also to cry publicly. Honestly, it's difficult to control your tears not to fall but I learned it. Just simply shut off your heart and use your mind instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going back to the question, "Should men cry in public?" I'll stick to my Dad's idea that men and even women shouldn't cry in public. Hence, do it in a private place instead. Crying is a manifestation of showing your emotional side which you will sound subjectively. Controlling your emotions, you tend to be objective to your conversation and makes you more focus to the things you want to share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, to the men out there who cry publicly, try to control it. If I can do it, you can too.&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10275051-111978063877314949?l=princess-em-online.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princess-em-online.blogspot.com/feeds/111978063877314949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10275051&amp;postID=111978063877314949' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10275051/posts/default/111978063877314949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10275051/posts/default/111978063877314949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-em-online.blogspot.com/2005/06/should-men-cry-in-public.html' title='Should Men Cry In Public?'/><author><name>Princess Em</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07347841941739413244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos18.flickr.com/23014408_dab4ec48ff_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10275051.post-111943849907520571</id><published>2005-06-22T19:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-22T21:37:13.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Daddy's Little Darlings</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/79776666@N00/20884224/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos12.flickr.com/20884224_40dc157f61_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/79776666@N00/20884224/"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/79776666@N00/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Dear Daddy,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Daddy's Day. How time flies and it's been almost two (2) years you are not with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was a little girl, I have always admired you to all the things you've done for us. I always obeyed you and wanted to be like you with your strong personality, strong mind with a big heart and most of all never fear to fail yet always stand up with chin up. I always wanted to be called your little darling but I know I was not. It was Ate and she will always be your little darling. But I never jealous of it because I know you also love me the way you love my sister and that all matters to me. I know sometimes I disappointed you but you have always understood and accepted my decisions. With this kind of attitude of yours, I appreciated it so much because you taught me to be independent and learn the things in life on my own. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may have said only little advises to me unlike Mommy who does all the nagging in the house. But those advises are significant to me and until now they are all in my head. Your words were always the rules in the house and I thought we were living in a communist place. But I would like you to know I appreciated them so much. With your rules, I would not be in my current position. Same like you, I am strong and always use head over heart in all matters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are so many words that I would like to describe you but what is most important, should I have a second life, I still want you to my Daddy. I love you dearly and missed you so much. I thank you for everything. Like Ate, I know I'm also your little darling in my own little way. One day, we will be together again and I'm looking forward to it.&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10275051-111943849907520571?l=princess-em-online.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princess-em-online.blogspot.com/feeds/111943849907520571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10275051&amp;postID=111943849907520571' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10275051/posts/default/111943849907520571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10275051/posts/default/111943849907520571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-em-online.blogspot.com/2005/06/daddys-little-darlings.html' title='&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Daddy&apos;s Little Darlings&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;'/><author><name>Princess Em</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07347841941739413244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos18.flickr.com/23014408_dab4ec48ff_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10275051.post-111785542933242683</id><published>2005-06-04T11:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-05T18:08:46.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Archie Comics</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/79776666@N00/17323278/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos11.flickr.com/17323278_b09b4d7828_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/79776666@N00/17323278/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/79776666@N00/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Since my grade school days, I have been reading Archie Comics. I save money from my weekly allowances just to buy a piece of it. Sometimes I borrowed from my classmates and traded comics to them also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This attitude of mine continued to high school until early years of my college days. Nevertheless, there were some novel books that I read also during those times such as the works of Irving Wallace, Sydney Sheldon and not to forget the tweetum collections of Sweet Dreams. But Archie's has been my favorite past time should I just want to bum around and take life easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This comics has been famous to every child and until now, I can see them in the bookstore which makes me surprise on high cost of it. Who would forget the characters such as Archie himself, Jughead Jones, Reggie, Veronica, Betty and Moose. I can assure you that you find these type of characters also during your school days.  You may be Reggie, the boastful type, or Moose, the peahead one. Well, my favorite is Veronica, the filthy rich selfish gal. Whoever the character that you adore most, I am sure Archie Comics has a great part of your life.. so do I...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10275051-111785542933242683?l=princess-em-online.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princess-em-online.blogspot.com/feeds/111785542933242683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10275051&amp;postID=111785542933242683' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10275051/posts/default/111785542933242683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10275051/posts/default/111785542933242683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-em-online.blogspot.com/2005/06/archie-comics.html' title='Archie Comics'/><author><name>Princess Em</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07347841941739413244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos18.flickr.com/23014408_dab4ec48ff_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10275051.post-111672666293615374</id><published>2005-05-22T18:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-23T10:05:23.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trip to Ho Chi Minh</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/79776666@N00/14996304/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos11.flickr.com/14996304_88cc5eba9a_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/79776666@N00/14996304/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/79776666@N00/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Ho Chi Minh is the largest city located in the southern part of Vietnam, used to be called Saigon. It is bustling, dynamic and industrious place you could imagine. That's why it is the economic capital and cultural trendsetter. It is also considered to be the heart and soul of the country, yet within the fast development of the place, timeless traditions and beauty of an ancient culture are still preserved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such place has been called the "Paris of Asia" for its magnificent French villas and wide bloulevards with so much trees just like in Paris. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of places and buildings should tourists see like the building attached. It is the Presidential Palace where the French political officers used to reside. Another signicant place is the Cu Chi Tunnel. This extensive of nearly 500km Viet Cong tunnels used in the French Indochina and American wars have preserved the complete facilities from kitchens to printing presses and even the street signs. Tourists were allowed to crawl on the maze and it is unbelievable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With very rich culture and cheap place to shop, a tourist should visit this again and again.&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10275051-111672666293615374?l=princess-em-online.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princess-em-online.blogspot.com/feeds/111672666293615374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10275051&amp;postID=111672666293615374' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10275051/posts/default/111672666293615374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10275051/posts/default/111672666293615374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-em-online.blogspot.com/2005/05/trip-to-ho-chi-minh.html' title='Trip to Ho Chi Minh'/><author><name>Princess Em</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07347841941739413244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos18.flickr.com/23014408_dab4ec48ff_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10275051.post-111625457667456247</id><published>2005-05-16T22:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-18T02:36:04.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Laughter's The Best Medicine</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/79776666@N00/14154761/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos10.flickr.com/14154761_857bbd9a77_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/79776666@N00/14154761/"&gt;Sandro&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/79776666@N00/"&gt;Princess Em&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Every time we laugh, we temporarily forget our problems and lift our spirit positively. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time we laugh, our fears are gone in our system and we become true to ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time we laugh, tears come out from our eyes as a sign of joy and feel great inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time we laugh, we show our greatest smile in the world without hesitation not minding if we have great teeth or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are other statements we could say about laughter but to sum it all, it is the best medicine we do have to stay young and live long. So keep laughing..&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10275051-111625457667456247?l=princess-em-online.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princess-em-online.blogspot.com/feeds/111625457667456247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10275051&amp;postID=111625457667456247' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10275051/posts/default/111625457667456247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10275051/posts/default/111625457667456247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-em-online.blogspot.com/2005/05/laughters-best-medicine.html' title='Laughter&apos;s The Best Medicine'/><author><name>Princess Em</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07347841941739413244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos18.flickr.com/23014408_dab4ec48ff_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10275051.post-111608684318329147</id><published>2005-05-15T00:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-15T00:44:35.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CSI</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/79776666@N00/13835447/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos12.flickr.com/13835447_bf00fee38f_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/79776666@N00/13835447/"&gt;CSI&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/79776666@N00/"&gt;Princess Em&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;"Contentrate on what cannot lie. The evidence.." - Gil Grissom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CSI stands for Crime Scene Investigation. This dramatic tv series produced by Anthony Zuiker evolves around the team (may it be in Las Vegas, NY or Miami)of forensic CSI who solves crimes by studying the evidence. Heading up the "graveyard" shift is Gil Grissom, senior forensic officer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Previously, I don't watch this series because I thought it is boring and with the same plot which is simply solving crimes. But everything was changed when a friend of mine bought a complete copy of season. Since I started watching the first series, I did not stop watching until I finished the whole season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such series is very informative and we learn the techniques used by the forensic team in solving crimes which we thought are impossible to solve. Nevertheless, evidence is very important and that is where they start to solve such crimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I am just wondering. Does the forensic team makes mistakes also even with the evidence they have? Will they know if evidence is tampered or not? &lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10275051-111608684318329147?l=princess-em-online.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princess-em-online.blogspot.com/feeds/111608684318329147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10275051&amp;postID=111608684318329147' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10275051/posts/default/111608684318329147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10275051/posts/default/111608684318329147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-em-online.blogspot.com/2005/05/csi.html' title='CSI'/><author><name>Princess Em</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07347841941739413244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos18.flickr.com/23014408_dab4ec48ff_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10275051.post-111544974841717361</id><published>2005-05-07T14:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-23T10:06:06.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mommy, You're the Best</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/79776666@N00/12727026/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos10.flickr.com/12727026_22f0e54b9c_m.jpg" width="240" height="180" alt="Mommy &amp; Sandro" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/79776666@N00/12727706/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos10.flickr.com/12727706_ae8b69ce15_m.jpg" width="240" height="180" alt="Family" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Month of May is very special to us because it is the birthday month of Mommy plus it is also the Mother's Month celebration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe Mommy is a fulfilled woman. She's a great mother to everyone, a grandmother loved by kids and a friend with unconditional love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a mother, Mommy is very lenient, patient, generous and most of all the most loving person I have ever met. She may be strict in some ways but you would not feel it coz she will give you the freedom to experience the shortcomings or consequences of the actions you have done. However, she never forget to give you all the advices a child should know, hence, I am so full of that. She is patient in the sense that she always understand you eventhough your doings are terribly wrong already. For Mommy to have that very long patience, I considered that as a virtue already. Too bad I did not inherit such attitude. Mommy loves to help anyone who needs it. Mostly, she's the one left nothing on her hand and sometimes people she helped tends to abuse her. However, she does not get angry at all. According to her, "Bahala na Diyos sa kanila". For Mommy to be a loving person, she's the best. All her grandchildren love her dearly especially Sandro, the youngest grandchild and the most terrible kid in the clan. His day is not complete without having an argument with her Lola. But when night time comes, he never forgets to give a kiss to his Lola. I guess it is a sign how much love Mommy showed to the family and everyone subconsiously return it to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/79776666@N00/12727027/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos11.flickr.com/12727027_7d6a033427_m.jpg" width="240" height="180" alt="W Mommy in Australia" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/79776666@N00/12731547/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos8.flickr.com/12731547_3f140db69a_m.jpg" width="240" height="180" alt="In Australia" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy is my best friend. She is my best critic but one thing nice to her, she only says good things about me. It is not her cup of tea to say negative stuff because according to her they will just give you more wrinkles and make you look not good. When we had the second chance to have a vacation in Australia together with my brother Dennis, it was one of the best vacations I had. Mommy and I were like friends and enjoyed every second of being together. We slept in one bed and went together to all the shopping we did there. I was even amazed to her strength. I never saw she got tired and always on the go whenever we go out of the house. She never complained to the weather or the long trips we did. Of course, I love the things she bought for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy now is almost on her last quarter of her life. As a daughter who seldom sees her, I make sure she experiences all the good things in life the most I could do before she leaves us. It is a fact that one day, Mommy will be with Daddy and I do hope when that time comes, I have fulfilled all the things Mommy wants in life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Mommy, you're the best Mom. You may be not perfect in some ways but for me you're almost on the perfect score. I love you so much and I know I don't say it to you often but I really do. Thank you for everything...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10275051-111544974841717361?l=princess-em-online.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princess-em-online.blogspot.com/feeds/111544974841717361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10275051&amp;postID=111544974841717361' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10275051/posts/default/111544974841717361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10275051/posts/default/111544974841717361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-em-online.blogspot.com/2005/05/mommy-youre-best.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;Mommy, You&apos;re the Best&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Princess Em</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07347841941739413244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos18.flickr.com/23014408_dab4ec48ff_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10275051.post-111542712178426909</id><published>2005-05-07T08:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-07T16:59:52.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Animo La Salle ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/79776666@N00/12705314/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos10.flickr.com/12705314_7fd5e54c54_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/79776666@N00/12705314/"&gt;DLSU&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/79776666@N00/"&gt;Princess Em&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;De La Salle University is the alma mater of the family. All five of us finished engineering courses there and that is the reason why the younger Balinas generations are looking forward also to study there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My oldest niece, daughter of one of my brothers is now going to college and of course all she wanted is to study in La Salle. Initially she was so upset because she did not make it on the first choice course she chose. Most of us were advising her that it does not matter what school you will be going as long it is the best school to offer you education on that particular course.(Except our brothers who are hard core La Sallian). Apparently, the child's priority is La Salle. Bottom line, she made it on the reconsideration process. She is now in for AB English course which she believes it is the course that will bring her to success in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I chose La Salle before simply because I was pressured also of the family background. From the brothers of my Mommy, they were La Sallian already. Being the youngest in the Balinas family with all the siblings studying there, I thought I had no option but also to follow their footsteps. According to my family, if you did not pass in La Salle, my other school options are only UP or Ateneo with a quota course. Outside those, you're not as intelligent as them... WHAT A CRACK! That should not be the case. I should have listened what my heart said before then look for a school may it be here or abroad that offers the best for the course I chose. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La Salle is probably one of the best schools in Manila I should say. Aside from that, your classmates and friends that you meet there will eventually be your connections in the future that will assist you to your success. Let's face it, most of the students there are children of the high bracket of the society who influences the economy of the country, may their parents are business people or high ranking officers of different companies here and abroad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the Balinas family grows, it simply shows La Salle will always be part of the family. It is a school not by choice but a priority. But for me, I will teach my children to listen what their heart and mind say and from there, we will move forward whatever it costs.&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10275051-111542712178426909?l=princess-em-online.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princess-em-online.blogspot.com/feeds/111542712178426909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10275051&amp;postID=111542712178426909' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10275051/posts/default/111542712178426909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10275051/posts/default/111542712178426909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-em-online.blogspot.com/2005/05/animo-la-salle.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Animo La Salle ...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Princess Em</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07347841941739413244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos18.flickr.com/23014408_dab4ec48ff_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10275051.post-111512111619773143</id><published>2005-05-03T19:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-03T20:31:12.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Religion By Faith</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/79776666@N00/12132826/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos7.flickr.com/12132826_2355c660df_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/79776666@N00/12132826/"&gt;Religion By Faith&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/79776666@N00/"&gt;Princess Em&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Since birth we are baptized to a religion applied by our parents. We do not know the impact of this to our lives but we are stucked on that dilemna that we have to follow the rules embedded on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The oldest religion we know is the Ramon Catholic. Many of the religion leaders were former Catholics who went to other ways opposite to the catholic practices and formed new religion groups. To name a few, Protestant, Mormons and Born Again Groups and they are now multiplying and lots of Catholic followers have joined them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Choosing different religion group not the same to your birth's religion is not a sin. It is a matter of choice that you have fulfilled. Hence, it is a choice by faith. Most important is the belief you have for God eventually the religion you have embraced follows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was baptized as Catholic and will die with same religion.  It's my faith I followed and not dictated by anyone. I may have witnessed most of the religion practices through friends and relatives and cannot deny I was almost convinced to join some of them. But the faith I have for God is so strong and I see it through Catholic practices. Hence, it is my choice by faith. Nevertheless, not in my wildest dream to condemn anyone who are non-Catholics but will always respect their beliefs as they respect mine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10275051-111512111619773143?l=princess-em-online.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princess-em-online.blogspot.com/feeds/111512111619773143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10275051&amp;postID=111512111619773143' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10275051/posts/default/111512111619773143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10275051/posts/default/111512111619773143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-em-online.blogspot.com/2005/05/religion-by-faith.html' title='Religion By Faith'/><author><name>Princess Em</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07347841941739413244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos18.flickr.com/23014408_dab4ec48ff_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10275051.post-111444043509343536</id><published>2005-04-25T22:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-26T23:16:59.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LA California Escapade</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/79776666@N00/10859106/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos7.flickr.com/10859106_8a93336676_m.jpg" width="240" height="180" alt="LA View" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in LA last 6th of Jan after enjoying my trip in the Eastcoast.  My friends, Gabby, Ginger and my new found friend, Lea brought me to uphill looking over the city of LA. We were freezing from the coldness of the weather when this picture was taken, hence I just projected it wasn't just to have a nice picture. We didn't stay long there because it was drizzling and we're freezing to death already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/79776666@N00/10859107/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos5.flickr.com/10859107_e59b6623c8_m.jpg" width="240" height="180" alt="Rodeo Drive in LA" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I love this place, this is the famous Rodeo Drive in Beverly Hills. I was hoping I would meet a hollywood star. Apparently, very few people were there. Tourists like me were there also to see this famous place which we normally view in movies only.  Hence, here I am so alive in the heart of Beverly Hills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/79776666@N00/10859108/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos5.flickr.com/10859108_04f85ae566_t.jpg" width="75" height="100" alt="Hollywood" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oops, so sorry for the size of this picture. Can't do anything to make it big as the other pictures. Well, I just want to share that I was also in Hollywood and saw the different star names on the street of the place.  I'm with Robin Williams' star and mind you, it was raining so hard when this picture was taken.  Gabby was my photographer and we really looked stupid when we were in Hollywood since we're the only one who were walking under the rain without umbrellas and taking pictures... my my my...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, such experience is something money can't buy. Should I have the chance to experience the same scenario, I would do the same thing without a blink of an eye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10275051-111444043509343536?l=princess-em-online.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princess-em-online.blogspot.com/feeds/111444043509343536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10275051&amp;postID=111444043509343536' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10275051/posts/default/111444043509343536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10275051/posts/default/111444043509343536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-em-online.blogspot.com/2005/04/la-california-escapade.html' title='LA California Escapade'/><author><name>Princess Em</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07347841941739413244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos18.flickr.com/23014408_dab4ec48ff_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10275051.post-111431303272477056</id><published>2005-04-24T11:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-24T12:04:26.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jheng, My Padmate</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 10px; MARGIN-LEFT: 10px"&gt;&lt;a title="photo sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/79776666@N00/10601742/"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 2px solid" alt="" src="http://photos5.flickr.com/10601742_649c9c98a1_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="MARGIN-TOP: 0px;font-size:0;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/79776666@N00/10601742/"&gt;Jheng, My Padmate&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/79776666@N00/"&gt;Princess Em&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jennifer or simply called Jheng is my padmate since February 2004. We used to work together in Datacraft-Phils. I was with Sales while she's with the Services Group. We had the chance to work together in a project of one of my clients. We'll never forget that because we did meet heaven and hell to make everything possible. Through that project, both of us became closer like sisters and it was not difficult for us to live in one roof. So far everything sails smoothly. We never argue because we seldom see each other for the reason we are so busy with our respective works. Most of the time, she's the one who goes home very late where I am already asleep dreaming for wonderful things I want to see and likely to achieve. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My padmate is a good cook. She's the one in-charge of the kitchen stuff from preparing the food until serving them. Once we're done finishing the food, it's my time to clean everything. In other words, I'm the dishwasher. Well, I can say I'm a good cleaner as well as organizing the place. Just don't force me to cook if you want to keep the kitchen unburned. Everything else in the pad, we share the chores. Oh, another talent she has which i recently discovered, she's a dress maker too. Her mr. right will be very fortunate to have this lass. She got lots of talents which most of the ladies don't have.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sometimes, I feel guilty because I always go out of town or country for couple of days sometimes a month and leave her alone in the pad. However, I'm sure she's very busy too with her work and doesn't notice I'm not with her.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;To have Jheng as my padmate, friend, and most of all, second to my sister, I am so fortunate. Even my family loves her dearly and consider her to be part of our circle. Hence, according to Mommy, she's one of her adopted daughters.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thanks for everything, Jheng. No words can describe how happy I am to have you in my life.&lt;br clear="all"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10275051-111431303272477056?l=princess-em-online.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princess-em-online.blogspot.com/feeds/111431303272477056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10275051&amp;postID=111431303272477056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10275051/posts/default/111431303272477056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10275051/posts/default/111431303272477056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-em-online.blogspot.com/2005/04/jheng-my-padmate.html' title='Jheng, My Padmate'/><author><name>Princess Em</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07347841941739413244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos18.flickr.com/23014408_dab4ec48ff_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10275051.post-111426569113412363</id><published>2005-04-23T22:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-23T22:52:29.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Havaianas Slippers</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 10px; MARGIN-LEFT: 10px"&gt;&lt;a title="photo sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/79776666@N00/10508597/"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 2px solid" alt="" src="http://photos8.flickr.com/10508597_e501e0f3a8_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="MARGIN-TOP: 0px;font-size:0;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/79776666@N00/10508597/"&gt;Havaianas Slippers&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/79776666@N00/"&gt;Princess Em&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;My officemate, Jason introduced these slippers when we had a training in Singapore. They were just like the local spartan slippers with the rubber straps yet they are very expensive. Roughly, they cost Php700 and goes up depending on the printed design. Initally, I reacted "Wow that's very expensive! I could get lots of pair of slippers with that price." However, that changed when I tried them. Slippers are so comfy and the rubber stap is so soft where you wouldn't feel it's there.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;To end the story short, I was convinced to get a pair and whola, I'm wearing them wherever I go (well, except when I sleep).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10275051-111426569113412363?l=princess-em-online.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princess-em-online.blogspot.com/feeds/111426569113412363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10275051&amp;postID=111426569113412363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10275051/posts/default/111426569113412363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10275051/posts/default/111426569113412363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-em-online.blogspot.com/2005/04/havaianas-slippers.html' title='Havaianas Slippers'/><author><name>Princess Em</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07347841941739413244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos18.flickr.com/23014408_dab4ec48ff_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10275051.post-111340018737611265</id><published>2005-04-14T13:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-23T10:18:14.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ballet Dancer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 10px; MARGIN-LEFT: 10px"&gt;&lt;a title="photo sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/79776666@N00/9309989/"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 2px solid" alt="" src="http://photos8.flickr.com/9309989_a8949029b8_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="MARGIN-TOP: 0px;font-size:0;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/79776666@N00/9309989/"&gt;Ballet Dancer&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/79776666@N00/"&gt;Princess Em&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I used to be a professional ballet dancer. I started at the early age of 7 in my hometown, Davao City. I used to wear sky blue or back sleeveless leotards with pink tights and tutu skirts. When I started using pointe shoes, I developed lousy looking feet and in order for me to stand on my toes, I should have lots of callous. I remembered my feet was so ugly because of "patay na kuku at kalyo". But everything was ok for me then. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I went to Manila at the age of 12 for the ballet scholarship sponsored by Dance Theatre Philippines. Such ballet company was the place were the famous ballet dancers such as Lisa Macuja and Anna Villadolid bloomed to be great ballerinas of our time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ballet was my life then and never thought I would stop. Until I one day on my sophomore year in college, my schedules were mixed up. That was the most difficult time for me to decide which road I should choose, engineering diploma or pursue my ballet career. Hence, I opted the first one and immediately stopped dancing ballet and never looked back. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I do not want to use the word "regret" but the decision I did before still bothers me once in a while. Ballet was my life then. It was my top priority and did not mind if I had sacrificed a lot of good times which a teenager should experience. I just love ballet so much. For me that time it was my first love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I may be successful to the path I chose but deep in my heart I would be more fulfilled if I pursue my love for ballet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10275051-111340018737611265?l=princess-em-online.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princess-em-online.blogspot.com/feeds/111340018737611265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10275051&amp;postID=111340018737611265' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10275051/posts/default/111340018737611265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10275051/posts/default/111340018737611265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-em-online.blogspot.com/2005/04/ballet-dancer.html' title='Ballet Dancer'/><author><name>Princess Em</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07347841941739413244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos18.flickr.com/23014408_dab4ec48ff_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10275051.post-111311525540019183</id><published>2005-04-11T05:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-10T23:23:23.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bellyring</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 10px; MARGIN-LEFT: 10px"&gt;&lt;a title="photo sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/79776666@N00/8955256/"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 2px solid" alt="" src="http://photos5.flickr.com/8955256_a226353637_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="MARGIN-TOP: 0px;font-size:0;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/79776666@N00/8955256/"&gt;Bellyring&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/79776666@N00/"&gt;Princess Em&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;OUCH!! Bellyring is a crazy fad to teenagers nowadays. My niece, Nics has this and she even has a video clip when the ring was put on her belly . You could just imagine our facial expressions when she showed it to us and we couldn't bear to finish the whole video clip from her mobile phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't say it's nice because it's kinda painful for me but to teenagers, it's the in-thing. I wouldn't be surprised if one of these days, my niece will have tongue and nose rings...hehehe..would you do them Nics? I hope not..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Attached picture is my niece's bellyring. Isn't she sexy like me? ;)&lt;br clear="all"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10275051-111311525540019183?l=princess-em-online.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princess-em-online.blogspot.com/feeds/111311525540019183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10275051&amp;postID=111311525540019183' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10275051/posts/default/111311525540019183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10275051/posts/default/111311525540019183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-em-online.blogspot.com/2005/04/bellyring.html' title='Bellyring'/><author><name>Princess Em</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07347841941739413244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos18.flickr.com/23014408_dab4ec48ff_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10275051.post-111314393106476946</id><published>2005-04-10T22:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-10T23:02:44.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Five People We Meet In Heaven</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 10px; MARGIN-LEFT: 10px"&gt;&lt;a title="photo sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/79776666@N00/8983645/"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 2px solid" alt="" src="http://photos7.flickr.com/8983645_96aa3a8a6a_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="MARGIN-TOP: 0px;font-size:0;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/79776666@N00/8983645/"&gt;fivepeoplecov_new[1]&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/79776666@N00/"&gt;Princess Em&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;I have always admired Mitch Albom's works and this book is one of my all time favorites.  Thanks to my Daddy who taught me the love to read.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I read this book one of the early mornings that I cannot sleep and before I knew it, I finished the book already before the sun rose with all the wet tissues beside me.  It hitted me at the center of my heart and remembered my Daddy who passed away last 7/11/2003.  Like Eddie in the book, my Daddy was a hardworking person and rather sacrifice for the benefits of others.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After reading this book, I become more conscious to the people I meet and sensitive to the people around me.  Who knows these will be the same people I will meet once I go to heaven.  In fact, I'm not afraid to die and I'm ready to leave anytime.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;To Mitch Albom, more books to come and I'll always be your avid fan..&lt;br clear="all"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10275051-111314393106476946?l=princess-em-online.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princess-em-online.blogspot.com/feeds/111314393106476946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10275051&amp;postID=111314393106476946' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10275051/posts/default/111314393106476946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10275051/posts/default/111314393106476946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-em-online.blogspot.com/2005/04/five-people-we-meet-in-heaven.html' title='The Five People We Meet In Heaven'/><author><name>Princess Em</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07347841941739413244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos18.flickr.com/23014408_dab4ec48ff_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10275051.post-111305844138573235</id><published>2005-04-10T14:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-09T23:37:44.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'>An Affair to Remember</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 10px; MARGIN-LEFT: 10px"&gt;&lt;a title="photo sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/79776666@N00/8888995/"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 2px solid" alt="" src="http://photos7.flickr.com/8888995_c14ef413db_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="MARGIN-TOP: 0px;font-size:0;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/79776666@N00/8888995/"&gt;An Affair to Remember&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/79776666@N00/"&gt;Princess Em&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000000;"&gt;To give an overview, it is a story of a man and woman who met in a cruise and developed a whirlwind romance. They want to make sure what they are feeling is real so they agree to separate for a period of six months to try to decide if this is true love or not. They will meet again on top of the Empire State Building if they decide it is. Tragedy kept them apart. Hence, they reunite tearfully at the end of the final reel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000000;"&gt;This is my all time favorite movie. I was still in my grade school days when I first watched this movie with my mommy. She borrowed a betamax tape of this and the film was in black and white. By the time we finished the movie, both of us were crying and wet tissues were scattered around us. Since then, it's my favorite. There may be some remake but this 1957 film version is still the best since it is the original.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000000;"&gt;The actor, Cary Grant was so talented, witty, handsome and one hell of a debonair. I bet most of the ladies during his times loved to be with this gentleman. Even mommy was an avid fan of him. She watched most of his movies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000000;"&gt;Since it's my favorite, I have copies of dvd and vcd of this. But nobody can borrow since these are part of my precious collections.&lt;br clear="all"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10275051-111305844138573235?l=princess-em-online.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princess-em-online.blogspot.com/feeds/111305844138573235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10275051&amp;postID=111305844138573235' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10275051/posts/default/111305844138573235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10275051/posts/default/111305844138573235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-em-online.blogspot.com/2005/04/affair-to-remember.html' title='An Affair to Remember'/><author><name>Princess Em</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07347841941739413244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos18.flickr.com/23014408_dab4ec48ff_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10275051.post-111300463724995084</id><published>2005-04-10T00:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-09T08:17:01.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'>King of the Jungle</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 10px; MARGIN-LEFT: 10px"&gt;&lt;a title="photo sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/79776666@N00/8840375/"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 2px solid" alt="" src="http://photos8.flickr.com/8840375_b161ae029a_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="MARGIN-TOP: 0px;font-size:0;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/79776666@N00/8840375/"&gt;1LionPi1&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/79776666@N00/"&gt;Princess Em&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Lion has been my favorite animal since memorial time. It's not only that my zodiaz sign is a leo but I have always loved lions. Of all the animals, they are the well respected by all creatures on earth, royal, quiet and leader. That's why they are called the King of the jungle.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If you were able to watch Lion King, it was one of the most beautiful cartoon movie I've ever seen. It shows how lions live and protect their kingdom as well as the creatures around them. Some may think they are the most feared animals but like humans, they also have good heart. They may have a face with a devilish look and feared by anyone but in reality, they have the most unique look which I admired most because for me they seem to be wearing a crown that represents their position as the greatest creature of jungle.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;To Simba, salute to you. May you always have the good heart for all the creatures of jungle.&lt;br clear="all"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10275051-111300463724995084?l=princess-em-online.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princess-em-online.blogspot.com/feeds/111300463724995084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10275051&amp;postID=111300463724995084' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10275051/posts/default/111300463724995084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10275051/posts/default/111300463724995084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-em-online.blogspot.com/2005/04/king-of-jungle.html' title='King of the Jungle'/><author><name>Princess Em</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07347841941739413244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos18.flickr.com/23014408_dab4ec48ff_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10275051.post-111288284038013711</id><published>2005-04-08T13:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-07T22:17:16.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gorgeous Sisters</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 10px; MARGIN-LEFT: 10px"&gt;&lt;a title="photo sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/79776666@N00/8712275/"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 2px solid" alt="" src="http://photos8.flickr.com/8712275_703d9f6d4f_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="MARGIN-TOP: 0px;font-size:0;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/79776666@N00/8712275/"&gt;Ate&amp;Em_2002&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/79776666@N00/"&gt;Princess Em&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;My sister, Tel is my one and only sister who got all the nice physical features.  Sho got nice nose, lips, chinky eyes and tanned skin.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When we were teenagers, she has lots of admirers and mine became hers...but it's ok with me, no issue at all coz I love her dearly.  I know I have traits that she does not have  like I'm cute, got nice smile with dimples on the sides and most especially, I'm sexy...hehehe..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well, my sister and I may be different in so many ways but one thing we have in common, we're strong willed people and have big heart to love everyone around us..&lt;br clear="all"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10275051-111288284038013711?l=princess-em-online.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princess-em-online.blogspot.com/feeds/111288284038013711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10275051&amp;postID=111288284038013711' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10275051/posts/default/111288284038013711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10275051/posts/default/111288284038013711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-em-online.blogspot.com/2005/04/gorgeous-sisters.html' title='Gorgeous Sisters'/><author><name>Princess Em</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07347841941739413244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos18.flickr.com/23014408_dab4ec48ff_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10275051.post-111269789953163608</id><published>2005-04-06T10:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-05T19:38:34.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Teena &amp; Jo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 10px; MARGIN-LEFT: 10px"&gt;&lt;a title="photo sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/79776666@N00/8505099/"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 2px solid" alt="" src="http://photos6.flickr.com/8505099_f759c2d11b_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="MARGIN-TOP: 0px;font-size:0;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/79776666@N00/8505099/"&gt;Teena&amp;Jo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/79776666@N00/"&gt;Princess Em&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Teena Racaza and Jo Videna were my 2 bestfriends when I was working with Datacraft-Phils. We were like 3 stoogies with different personalities but same likes and dislikes in life. We've enjoyed so much our each other's gimmicks. Through laughters and crying moments we were together.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This picture was taken during DC's Christmas 2002 party. My friends won the best  in costumes category (Teena as Mary while Jo as Joseph). Teena that time was 3 months pregnant (I think). Jo's crown was the wire used to connect cisco ports...wow that's very resourceful.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I missed my best friends. I may have lots of best friends but they're one of the best...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10275051-111269789953163608?l=princess-em-online.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princess-em-online.blogspot.com/feeds/111269789953163608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10275051&amp;postID=111269789953163608' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10275051/posts/default/111269789953163608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10275051/posts/default/111269789953163608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-em-online.blogspot.com/2005/04/teena-jo.html' title='Teena &amp; Jo'/><author><name>Princess Em</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07347841941739413244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos18.flickr.com/23014408_dab4ec48ff_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10275051.post-111233940943248017</id><published>2005-04-02T07:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-07T21:07:48.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Principe Sandrito</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 10px; MARGIN-LEFT: 10px"&gt;&lt;a title="photo sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/79776666@N00/8052199/"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 2px solid" alt="" src="http://photos6.flickr.com/8052199_5f7f816d5d_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="MARGIN-TOP: 0px;font-size:0;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/79776666@N00/8052199/"&gt;Mar282005 019&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/79776666@N00/"&gt;Princess Em&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is my nephew who controls everyone in the family.  If only my dad sees him growing up, he would be proud of this boy because he's exactly like him...impatient, strong willed, strong personality, no fears, survivor but very malambing if he's in the mood.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;He speaks German language coz no one can understand him except his parents. He calls his kuya migs as Wawi, his cousin gabbi as aboy. Of course mwah is Em...thank God, it's not a foreign name.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When I took this picture, he made sure he has the sunglasses first or else he got mad at me.. Well, that's my nephew, Principe Sandrito...&lt;br clear="all"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10275051-111233940943248017?l=princess-em-online.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princess-em-online.blogspot.com/feeds/111233940943248017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10275051&amp;postID=111233940943248017' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10275051/posts/default/111233940943248017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10275051/posts/default/111233940943248017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-em-online.blogspot.com/2005/04/principe-sandrito.html' title='Principe Sandrito'/><author><name>Princess Em</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07347841941739413244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos18.flickr.com/23014408_dab4ec48ff_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10275051.post-111226380832323673</id><published>2005-04-01T10:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-31T18:35:08.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Break</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 10px; MARGIN-LEFT: 10px"&gt;&lt;a title="photo sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/79776666@N00/7962692/"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 2px solid" alt="" src="http://photos8.flickr.com/7962692_601c2afbe3_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="MARGIN-TOP: 0px;font-size:0;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/79776666@N00/7962692/"&gt;nics_em_tel&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/79776666@N00/"&gt;Princess Em&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;We were in Samal Island in Davao on the latter part of holyweek.  This was during Maundy Thursday.  Almost everyone in the family went home and have a break. Mommy was so happy to see all of us.  Early morning of Maundy Thursday, we went to a beach near the house and had ourselves get tanned.  The resort's name is Paradise Island and alot of tourists visit this place since it's very near, just a 10-minute drive from our place.  Everything's cheap and nice to have a cool sleep.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My niece, Nicole has a very nice sunburn while my sister, Tel and I are still white as raddish.  What can I do, I just arrived that time from Manila.  You should see me after 2 days after this picture taken...we're all exotic looking gals.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's nice to be back home even for a short period of time only.  Everybody cherished this moment especially the kids who were enjoying each other's company.  Mommy was busy the whole time I was there, preparing all the stuff needed by everyone and honestly, I missed it and I felt good having my mom looking after me again.&lt;br clear="all"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10275051-111226380832323673?l=princess-em-online.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princess-em-online.blogspot.com/feeds/111226380832323673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10275051&amp;postID=111226380832323673' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10275051/posts/default/111226380832323673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10275051/posts/default/111226380832323673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-em-online.blogspot.com/2005/03/family-break.html' title='Family Break'/><author><name>Princess Em</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07347841941739413244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos18.flickr.com/23014408_dab4ec48ff_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10275051.post-110672789907263617</id><published>2005-03-27T06:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-25T13:58:01.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Me and my boyfriends</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 10px; MARGIN-LEFT: 10px"&gt;&lt;a title="photo sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/79776666@N00/3569826/"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 2px solid" alt="" src="http://photos3.flickr.com/3569826_a59b17b7d9_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="MARGIN-TOP: 0px;font-size:0;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/79776666@N00/3569826/"&gt;Disney World, Florida&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/79776666@N00/"&gt;Princess Em&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is me with my two new boyfriends, Mike and Sully...aren't they cute....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I was in DisneyWorld, Florida with my new found sister, Abigail Dee.  She was the one who took this picture with my bofriends.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It was such an awesome experience and for being a child-like again.  Abigail was teasing me because I was with the little boys and girls waiting our turns to have pictures with the great cartoon characters of Monster, Inc.  Well, who cares coz I'm a tourist and would love the chance to have pictures for souvenir with them.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Our feet were soaring to death but we've got high spirits to see all the things we must see.  Hence, I got blisters when I got home...nevertheless, such painful blisters were nothing compared to the experience seeingDisneyWorld for the first time.&lt;br clear="all"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10275051-110672789907263617?l=princess-em-online.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princess-em-online.blogspot.com/feeds/110672789907263617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10275051&amp;postID=110672789907263617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10275051/posts/default/110672789907263617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10275051/posts/default/110672789907263617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-em-online.blogspot.com/2005/03/me-and-my-boyfriends.html' title='Me and my boyfriends'/><author><name>Princess Em</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07347841941739413244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos18.flickr.com/23014408_dab4ec48ff_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10275051.post-110691497526930270</id><published>2005-01-28T20:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-14T17:15:55.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Times Square, New York</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 10px; MARGIN-LEFT: 10px"&gt;&lt;a title="photo sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/79776666@N00/3569827/"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 2px solid" alt="" src="http://photos2.flickr.com/3569827_c9745c135f_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="MARGIN-TOP: 0px;font-size:0;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/79776666@N00/3569827/"&gt;Times Square, New York&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/79776666@N00/"&gt;Princess Em&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh this was in times square in NY with my dear friend, Riza last Jan 03, 2005. Trip to NY was awesome!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend, Adjene was our personlized photographer.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;New York, New York... I thought I was dreaming while the three (3) of us were walking to the main streets of New York. The first building I was looking for was the Empire State.. I usually see it to my favorite movies, An Affair to Remember and Sleepless in Seattle. I may be Deborah Kerr or Meg Ryan. At any rate, when I saw the building, I was then speechless.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We stayed in New York the whole day, yet it wasn't enought to see everything. We even had the chance to watch broadway show, Phantom of the Opera. Thanks to the younger brother of my friend, Iris who was so accomodating and was so nice to us. Through his connections, we watched it for free. &lt;br clear="all"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Been such an interesting trip and will never forget this. Thanks to my dear friends, Adjene, Riza and my new found friend, Francis.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10275051-110691497526930270?l=princess-em-online.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princess-em-online.blogspot.com/feeds/110691497526930270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10275051&amp;postID=110691497526930270' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10275051/posts/default/110691497526930270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10275051/posts/default/110691497526930270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-em-online.blogspot.com/2005/01/times-square-new-york.html' title='Times Square, New York'/><author><name>Princess Em</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07347841941739413244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos18.flickr.com/23014408_dab4ec48ff_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10275051.post-110691472327989659</id><published>2005-01-28T20:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-28T20:18:43.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eiffel Tower, Paris</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/79776666@N00/3569839/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos3.flickr.com/3569839_ed2ce6e0b5_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/79776666@N00/3569839/"&gt;Eiffel Tower, Paris&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/79776666@N00/"&gt;Princess Em&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This is a dream come true seeing eiffel tower in paris...hence no lover that time...huhuhu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was cloudy and experienced drizzle when this photo was shot by my friend, marvin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wishing i was vivian...har har har&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10275051-110691472327989659?l=princess-em-online.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princess-em-online.blogspot.com/feeds/110691472327989659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10275051&amp;postID=110691472327989659' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10275051/posts/default/110691472327989659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10275051/posts/default/110691472327989659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-em-online.blogspot.com/2005/01/eiffel-tower-paris.html' title='Eiffel Tower, Paris'/><author><name>Princess Em</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07347841941739413244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos18.flickr.com/23014408_dab4ec48ff_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10275051.post-110673131433324166</id><published>2005-01-26T17:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-02T16:21:22.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lourdes, France</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/79776666@N00/3569821/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos3.flickr.com/3569821_5964860273_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0);" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px;font-size:0;" &gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/79776666@N00/3569821/"&gt;Lourdes, France&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/79776666@N00/"&gt;Princess Em&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It was such a great experience to see Lourdes, France where the famous apparition of Blessed Mary to the 3 children. When I visited the grotto, everything was so peaceful and holy and only few people were there since it was winter. Such place was like a ghost town during my visit since most of the local were out for vacation. Hence, such experience is unforgettable..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am Catholic by birth and Catholic by faith.  I grew up with the belief that whenever you have the chance to see Europe, you should not miss visit Lourdes in France.  With this statement from the elders, I wonder what would Lourdes looks like and why these people around me eagerly want to visit and witness the famous grotto where our Virgin Mary exposed herself several times to the three (3) innocent children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I had the chance, I should say it was worth it to finally experience and witness the holy place.  It was winter when I visited it and very, very few people where there which like me were tourists.  I also had the chance to hear mass, although it was in French which not a single word I understood.  Nevertheless, such moment was so important to me and felt so fortunate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During my stay there, I was freezing to death but I was so fortunate that I met filipino tourists who were so hospitable and offered their hotel rooms for me to rest for few hours before my departure going back to Cannes that same day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the above mentioned experience, I should say the the elders are right.  Hence, I shall also relay such belief to my future children and my children's children. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10275051-110673131433324166?l=princess-em-online.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princess-em-online.blogspot.com/feeds/110673131433324166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10275051&amp;postID=110673131433324166' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10275051/posts/default/110673131433324166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10275051/posts/default/110673131433324166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-em-online.blogspot.com/2005/01/lourdes-france.html' title='Lourdes, France'/><author><name>Princess Em</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07347841941739413244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos18.flickr.com/23014408_dab4ec48ff_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
